Midnight Angels..

At the end of the day the human heart longs for company to stare at a sunset or finish a glass of chai and a couple of cigarettes.But then again such is life. She left yesterday night..and its going to be a long time before we meet again.I met her just a couple of semesters back and it was an effortless connection.We became sort of good friends, with 1000 line gtalk conversations of merely 'wot r u doin?'.I knew she would leave at the end of this sem and yet i never felt sentimental..I have ceased to feel emotions at the drop of a hat as i used to..but as she boarded the bus and it started,Adi(Adwitiya) broke down completely and i waved to Pallavi in my usual way..time froze.The driver said his prayers and stepped on the pedal, she smiled..adi broke down..i waved..and i felt the crunch of losing a connection, for 20 seconds i felt human.Adi continued sobbing, the bus was faded away into the dark highway ahead.I lit up as usual..venting it out in the smoke.

Thoughts..

"Barey barey choley jete hoy
Aar pichutaney kotoi shongshoy..
Tai phire asha oto shoja noy
Tobu phire aashche"

At every instant we are impelled to leave things, people circumstances ourselves behind and the grief and reluctance in doing so is monumental.That is why coming back..resurrection or retracing your path back to happiness is so arduous..but even then we always keep coming back.
This thought passed me by..i was thinking about ghosts and the after life..What if we are ghosts?
What if we and our life is a ghostly dwelling? What if we are the ones haunting existence?
What if death is birth?

Rajarshi says: In loving memory of my two departed friends..