A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

March 02, 2007

leaving on a freaking train....

which is at 10 tonight.


Miss you already Kolkata.


Havent left it though.


I hate best friends getting married. I will miss my first best friend. I dont care even if people think we rule the greengrocer's shops.




I dont wanna see her hitched. I DONT!!!!
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