To my Princess

Hi sweetheart, How are you doing? I am extremely homesick right now. I just want to go home during Durga Puja but sadly can not do that as it is in the middle of the semester. It seems like a distant time when I was there at Kolkata during Durga Puja. For past two years, I could not manage to go home during Puja and I feel sad for that. I miss my friends most during this time. I remember when we were child, we used to go to Parar Pujo everyday to play a game called "chor-police". We had miniature cap-pistols, apparently that has nothing to do with game. We used to spread around our locality in two teams, a "chor" means who used to hide, a "police" means who used to find the "chor"s. I don't know but I miss being child again. In Oshtomi, we used to gather in our school and go for pandal hopping. With Nobomi, there comes a sadness that the Pujo is left with only two days. Doshomi was the last day of Pujo. Although we were sad, still we used to ...

Hello little love, Probably you think what does your dad do so that he keeps forgetting to write you. Believe me it has nothing to do with my work. Your dad is super lazy and extremely bad at managing time. To be honest, I always think of writing you when I feel extremely lonely. That's a bad thing for sure. So I thought of changing it. From now on I will write you on good, bad or ugly days. Of course your lazy dad have to learn how to manage time but I promise, I will try. So, talking about life, it is getting better, not abruptly but slowly. I am learning to find peace within myself. I do agree that everyday is not my day but slowly I have learned that life is more like a test match. There will be bouncers in overcast condition, balls will swing, there will be balls far away in off stamp. All you need to do is to dodge that and stay in crease. Believe me, your time will come. And when it comes for you, your dad will always be there in the stadium to cheer for you. :) Another thin...

Hey Dear, I am feeling low and do not have anyone to talk to. So here's a song for her I wrote. Saw you downtown, just the other day,   Laughing louder, in a brand new way.   Remembered when, that smile was mine,   But it's him you hold, guess you're doing fine. I see you've found a new beginning,   In his eyes, there's always glistening.   I wish you nothing but the best,   But deep inside, my heart’s still in unrest. Hope he loves you, like I couldn't do,   Hope he's everything, that I couldn't be for you.   Even if it hurts to see you moving on,   I want you happier, even if I'm gone. You've got that look, that I once knew,   The one that said, our love was true.   Now he gets those looks, those whispered words,   Feels like our story, is lost in time's forwards. Do you think of us? Or is it all erased?   The memories, the promises, our loving days?   Even if you're better off, it's clear to see,   The past is...

Hi little gem, For the longest time, a story has nestled within my heart, a tale that I've yearned to share with you. Yet, the courage to weave it into words had eluded me, until now. In the gentle rhythm of poetry, I've found the language for this story. So, with love trembling in each stroke of the pen, I present you this poem. To my beloved child, with a love as deep as the sea, I recount a tale from a time past, a story of youthful glee. Once upon a time, in the halls of knowledge so grand, I met a girl, and love took our hands. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, her heart with fire, In the dawn of our lives, love began to conspire. We shared moments, stolen in the quiet of the labs, When the day's hustle was silenced, and silence was our ad-lib. We wove dreams together, in the tapestry of youth, Drank from the chalice of love, seeking the eternal truth. Evening walks bathed in the golden hue of the setting sun, Whispering secrets in the twilight, that only we would spun. In...

Hi sweetheart, I don't know why I stopped writing you. I do not have words to say sorry. Here's a poem for you, dear. After moons' many passages, I pen this missive bright, Not bound by worldly duties, yet lost in the realm of night. Within the silent chambers of my heart, for you I pine, In every waking moment, through every tale and rhyme. An ocean of thoughts lies unvoiced, its waves lap at my soul, Where to unfurl this narrative? Where does my compass point, what's the goal? I stand on the precipice of confusion, beneath a sky so vast, A quarry full of questions, echoes of our past. My hand trembles as I ask you, a whisper in the breeze, How fares your world, my dear one? Are you at ease? Do echoes of our laughter, our shared memories free, Still dance upon the edges of your mind, do you remember me? Underneath the starlight, I write this verse to you, To my child, my life's song, honest, pure, and true. In this letter, find my heartbeat, a father's love, yo...

Hello little angel, How are you? It's been a while I have written you. I travelled to Niagara this spring break. It was a nice trip. Also I had my first traffic citation here at US for overspending :P. I was thinking about what to write today. Thought I will tell you about gut feelings. If you are a thinker, you will always think about situations or persons beforehand. Generally we think through every possibilities beforehand and make a perception of our own. Today I want to discuss with you if it is okay to perceive beforehand. I think there is no binary answer to this question. As you grow old and think more, your perception gets better. I do agree that most of time our assumptions proves to be correct. I think that's a blessing and tragedy at same point. There's another perspective to this that I have realised lately. When one thinks deeply and makes a perception of the situation beforehand, they unconsciously starts to act upon that. And the fun part is they often don...