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Mon kharap koraa bikel maanei megh korechhe....

In an otherwise coccooned life on a highrise in Gurgaon, the only contact we enjoy with outside air is in the morning these days till the Sun decides to shine too bright, right over our head.

Braving the sun, heat and dust, day in and day out, the sudden exposure to the somewhat cooled down air or a look at the setting sun or a sudden overcast sky makes you choke with emotion, fleeting memories, incidents, moments of life.



A look at the sky on a quiet Sunday evening does a prompt overchurn of emotions. Nothing more apt to describe the feelings than the famous Sumon Chattopadhyay song...." Mon kharap koraa bikel maanei megh korechhe. Durey kothao du ek poshla brishti hochchhe....."

While I enjoyed the sky over a tall cup of lemon tea and Sumon's songs pouring from my ipod, I dedicate this post to all Calcuttans missing the afternoon shower and Kalbaishakhi.

Comments

Suman er gaan mone koriye dile, aha. Kabir hobar por ar tar gan shunin i notun, except robindrosangeet
BongHomeChef said…
Sumon i to jeebanmukhi gaaner prothom haoa, du boney kato concert er line diye ticket ketechhi, raat obdhi Nazrul Manch e concert dekhe, dourey dourey lake er paash theke eshe bus ba taxi dhorechhi, motamuti dazed abosthay.

Sumon jakhon Kabir Sumon holen, tato din e Kolkata chherechhi. Kabir Sumon er gaan kini o na shuni o na. Shey hypocrete ki na shei debate eo jaai na.

School College er prothom bashontoi hok, prothom jagoran i hok ba prothom bidroho i hok, shab i Sumon er haath dhorey, taai bhuli ki korey?

Taai proti muhurtei boli, "Ashaa niye ghar kori, ashaay pocket bhori, thik jeno porey paoa choddo aanaa, anek din er par miley gechhe abosar, ashaa rakhi peye jaabo baaki du anaa...."

Bhalo theko

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