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Do you ever wonder what would happen when we won't be there in the 'same old places' ?
We used to write biographies of inanimate objects as kid. I am trying to write it again today.
My room G-11, the second room in the first floor of the girls' hostel. Let's call my room Pandora.
Pandora won't miss me I am sure. Those litters on the floor, matchsticks and cigarette butts,  she is tired of telling me to clean them. But being a lazy person you don't expect me to do so, right?
Everytime I paste something on the walls, Pandora makes a scornful face, she complains I ruin her makeup.
She is a very heated person.  The creaky fan on the ceiling asks her to calm down in his creaky voice, which irritates both of us. She have asked me many times to make him shut up. The two beds are also not much happy with me for separating them. The desks have stopped complaining as I have stuffed their drawers with 'stuff' and papers and notes.
But you know what Pandora is always a good companion to sleep in.
I remember how irritated she was the day I kept the windows open and the entire place got wet.
BTW she got new lights last week, slim and bright ones which she adores.
I proudly take the honor of turning her into a storeroom. So, I hereby declare Pandora won't miss me.
But what she will do is miss the evenings when we used to play cards together or roll a joint and cry over our wretched lives. She will miss my nightlong quarrels with my boyfriend or non-ending PNPC with my girlfriends.
But she won't miss me when I pack my suitcases to leave this place and finally empty the drawers.
But I will...

The New Apartment : Drishtikon

Just yesterday we shifted here.Three rooms,a hall,a kitchen,two bathrooms and two girls.The largest room has a long box window and a small balcony.The yellow color walls and a wall rack.
We brought in our luggages and a huge matress to serve the purpose of bed for the time being.This is our home now.The guitar occupied the corner as soon as it entered.I need to make dreamcatchers for this place.The other two rooms are pretty.Its a cozy place.
There is a playground in front of the building  and a school nearby.I bought Jui flowers.It fills the room with a fragrance.Roses,red ones,I brought for myself.Candles are also needed.We have to buy pardas for the long window.A mask already adorns the wall.Tea,salt,sugar,bournvita and maggi packets are stuffed in the kitchen rack.The electric kettle will be quite handy at times.
Shampoo,conditioner,face wash and body foams will be needed.We'll have to go shopping very soon.Did I miss anything?
Its tough...I don't know how the elders manage it so well?Managing a house all by yourself is a hell lot of a task.
Its nice in here.I can spend my evenings sitting on the window...watching the time pass by as the title tracks of tv soaps mark the hours.Ashtray,yes we need a new one.Yes we can freely smoke here.New found freedom.But its lonely...no one runs behind me with food...and the alarm clock does mom's job.
Sometimes when the phone rings I just hope its a familiar voice...the company calls almost frequently to suggest me caller tunes.
The street lamps are glowing now...the yellow bulb almost lightens up our room.I enjoy sitting in the yellowish-dark here.Its raining after days.The wet smell of grass is good.
I guess that's how we grow up...we learn to build home away from home.
Melancholy? Nope,just a bit of nostalgia with a spoon full of farewell to my boyhood.
Rainy day,silent evening and me.
Wait!! Mom called up.She is ranting about new things she learnt today about her new toy,a smartphone.She bought it to be in touch with me.I know... I just know.She did a thorough enquiry about my meals throughout the day with the conclusion that I starved all day!!! Moms!!!
She hung up.Songs can be such good company.Its so soothing just.
This lonely evening actually helps me to think...think about old people...how depressing it must be to think that their days on this earth are counted and those days too are passing away such idly.
I don't know when she'll return.I hope she brings dinner...no one will be in the mood to cook tonight.
The structure of the dreamcatcher is complete..I just need the feathers and a few more beads...and a finishing touch.Right now my fate is uncertain just...well everyones is...Que sera sera just aptly describes it.
Faraway I can hear the whistling of the train as it arrives at the platform.We need a large wall clock and a book shelf too.
The old lady living in the ground floor is too good...I had a talk with her today morning.Matchsticks are finishing up fast.The blue night lamp is pure love.I will sit with books after a few more days not just now.I gotta settle down fast.
Maybe this is the gloomiest passage I have written till date.I just need to clear the mess all around.Till then ♥

The Canvas of Canning

Canning,also known as Port Canning, is a small town situated on the south bank of the gorgeous Matla River.The Sealdah Canning local took an hour to drop us here from Jadavpur.
Canning was named after Lord Canning who wanted to build a new port here.But unfortunately the scheme didn't work out and the town gained the name of an abandoned port.
One fine morning me and Pratap boarded the 5:58 AM Sealdah-Canning local to pay a short trip to Canning.We reached sometime around 7 AM.It was the rainy season.The platform smelled fishy (in a literal sense).There was mud all around.We came out of the Matla Bazaars and walked towards the bridge.This 644 m long bridge joined Canning and Basanti.It was a cloudy morning and weather was just perfect for such an expedition.Canning is also known as the gateway of Sunderban.The nearest watchtower is at a distance of 5 hours by launch.Pratap clicked pictures of the surrounding and I was just enjoying the scenic beauty around us.
The main occupation of the residents is fishing and agriculture.A large amount of fish reach the calcutta market from here.
We crossed the bridge on foot,gathering frames from the nature.After crossing it we came to the banks of Matla.The sound of water splashing on the bank was just too soothing.There were houses along the bank.Little kids were playing in the dust.The town is in the process of development.
It is depressing to leave a riverside without a boat ride.After asking a few residents we got the direction to the Kheya-ghat.It was a long,a bit too long, walk along the muddy road.We slipped quite a few times.Finally we reached the boat.The passengers were mainly fishermen and ladies leaving for their fathers' house.We were in the middle of the river when it started drizzling.Few opened their umbrellas while we chose not to.On the opposite bank new passengers were waiting for the Kheya (boat).They filled it up as soon as the former ones left.The boat started its return trip.More snaps were clicked and we talked about lots of things.After the boatride we walked towards the main road and from there to the station.We had our breakfast in a small hotel near the station.Though we ate fast and run with all our might we couldn't catch the train...the next train was an hour away.We sat down and saw the pictures that he took back there.Some of them are uploaded here.
The journey ended with both of us sleeping in the train.
Special mentions: Thank you Mr Pratap Ch Dey for taking me to this wonderful place and capturing such wonderful photographs.