Wreeto's Thoughts

Slowly, my lips touched her forehead. She looked at me as the leaves face the sunlight, as the moon faces Earth. I could feel her warm breath on my cheeks—her hair brushing against my shoulders, as if trying to weave me into that very moment. The sweet scent of her presence enveloped me like an endless loop. Her smile spoke volumes, leaving me in awe. Time ceased to exist; the entire world paused. Amidst lives filled with sorrows, hardships, desertions, and pain, this elusive moment stood out. She buried her face in my arms, and in that instant, I felt richer than the wealthiest man alive. The world existed right there, between my two arms. As her lips met mine, an unexpected surge of tears shattered the facade of strength I’d worn. You see, I’ve often thought that as a man, I’m the weakest creature on this planet. Easily swayed, easily impressed, easily fooled. Reality, though glaringly obvious, remains elusive to us dreamers. Dreams are born only to perish in the next heartbeat. Emo...

My house used to have all it’s corners open and vast. I could see the old wireless tower of the police zonal office. The old banyan tree of the south road and the Doordarshan tower in Golf green. They used to make me think “wish I could fly, and catch those red lights over those towers, though papa said that they had some large volts of current passing through them. I didn’t use to believe him” But now all these apartments, flats houses stood tall as some giants of the fairy tales. I felt like the old lady of the 50’s who never got her chance to step out of her limited boundaries ever since she got married to that rich Brahmin when she was just 15 years old. How she might have felt frustrated, sad, about her life. About that cage she spent her whole life looking outside through the window. Still now when I spend my leisure walking on the roof, all these memories and thoughts linger into my mind. Lucky these people spared the North-east corner for me thus I can still keep an eye on th...

“It is a complicated case of Hydro-nymothorax”. My mother almost fainted hearing that from the doctor not because she knew about this sickness before (though she’s an anthropology student) but what else can we expect hearing that sort of a name!. the doc continued “It’s an illness where the diaphragm of the lung gets cracked due to heavy weight lifting or being hit by something very badly and by the continuous healing mechanism of the white blood cells, which really doesn’t work though, creates a fluid which slowly gets inside the lung filling it and thus malfunctioning the respiratory mechanism of it (now of course lung is not a water container). He should get admitted in the hospital as soon as possible or it’ll get worse” now mom fainted completely. The cabin was quite clean though! But something made me feel much more weak, much more sick out there. I went to the veranda. The Victoria Memorial was slightly visible ...

The best part of the day for me starts when the world outside the windows of my room slowly seems to erase out into some dark silence. It makes me feel as if a soldier struck with an arrow straight into his heart suddenly stopped mourning his pain with the inevitable belief of never seeing his family again, never touching his wife or his son back at home, and closing his eyes forever. This is about one night, one cold winter night. I had finished my dinner and was sitting in front of my computer. All the rooms except mine, were dark and … black. I had a tough day and was feeling really tired. I took out one of my old collections from my CD case. It was Kenny G’s best. It's been months since I heard this album. The reason is I’m afraid of this type of music. They pull out my true self. The weak, emotionally retarded self of mine. I hate him. But something, I don’t know was different on that night that made me indulge in this mistake again. Maybe some other weakness of mine. I opene...

There shall be no evil so there'll be no world . the sea returns all ,all but blasphemies peoples are bathing in the blue rain of guilt, dances with its vile coldness. Who are you today ? the one who said " love .." the one who said "mother" or the one who kissed misery and embraced "the accuser" .. the arms that have gone cold the eyes that are closed with fear should have closed before . before .. the ugly infant said " let me get poisoned" the tears that burned for your laughs so fearful with their stings.. remember you said " this's my world " .. and now there will be no evil cause there will be no world .. - by wreetojyoti

Life goes on... and so do we! In our monotonous days and nights and in this mundane world. People weave dreams. Those dreams wither away. Some are murdered. And woven again. Dreams are woven everyday. Lazy Kolkata doesn't know how to change. We have never taught her how to. and now she is all alone. And so are we. Every burnt cigarette piece has lots of fading feelings behind it. Yet they don't speak. We have failed to keep them alive within us...  the one who loved and the one who cared. And now we wander aimlessly everyday, searching for them. One evening brings us close One evening throws a few pictures from the book of memory...  memory fossil-ed for eons. One evening brings us the days and the nights And thus, life goes on... and so do we. - by wreetojyoti

From Ray-surrection "OK OK .. take it easy I'm here , I'm here" . whew! these people ! doesn't know how delicate you should deal with a new born baby . Man ! wash me with care . Is that a towel or a paint brush you are using ! come on ! . Really its a hard job to take birth I tell you. The way "these people in white" behaves(which I later came to know and see as doctors) with you is really annoying and embarrassing. "Now Where you are taking me ? hello! May I see my mom ? hey hey !! what's the plan ? You bloody inhuman species turning me upside down. leave my limbs at once or I shall make you deaf screaming. Now I'm not in a mood to shout .. keep me down you idiots !" .. "o ..o k.. you asked for it .. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" "Hey whats so funny about that ?" Now was that a confirmation that I'm alive . You people are real shrewd ! . Now what are you looking at ? gush you perverted cr...