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.

May 23, 2007

Oh me who must have to fight over the Kaichu with The Peep and the Sen. I shalt not chharify ek piece of medini in this.


Kaichu you are MINE, and MINE AND MINE.

There, thats done.



MINE I TELL YOU!!! MILLS AND BOONS KI KASAM!!!


DIBS.
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5 comments:

Rimi said...

Ki korchhish eishob mairi?

5:29 AM
Rimi said...

Aar Dibs maane ki the word Dibs na karur naame? Oto boro boro kore likhechhish... most mystifying it is.

5:32 AM
Poorna Banerjee said...

DIBS is an old word for possession... used as in... "I have DIBS on xyz."

7:32 PM
March Hare said...

I disagree with the last paragraph.
So there.

Hmmph!

7:23 PM
Poorna Banerjee said...

hyan jah jeno ami care kori.

3:16 PM

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