Purba Chakraborty's Blog
May 2, 2015
The lady at the bus stop
The roaring thunder and the vigorous pouring of rain was enough to predict that it was a bizarre night. Rajeev has been working overtime that day. He reached the bus stop finally, when it was 9pm. The bus stop was secluded and instantly, Rajeev worried about getting a bus so that he can reach home.
It was still raining heavily and the clouds were clattering every few minutes. After Rajeev seated himself at the bus stop, his eyes rested on a woman who sat at the extreme corner.
She was covered with a stole right from her head and therefore, Rajeev couldn’t catch a glimpse of her face. He got up from his seat and sat beside the woman, intending to talk to her. He cleared his throat to make her aware of his presence.
The woman didn’t respond until a strong wind hit her face that resulted in the stole to fall down from her head. She was definitely the most attractive woman Rajeev has ever seen, courtesy her beautiful eyes.
Read the complete story at http://reverieofpurba.blogspot.in/201...
It was still raining heavily and the clouds were clattering every few minutes. After Rajeev seated himself at the bus stop, his eyes rested on a woman who sat at the extreme corner.
She was covered with a stole right from her head and therefore, Rajeev couldn’t catch a glimpse of her face. He got up from his seat and sat beside the woman, intending to talk to her. He cleared his throat to make her aware of his presence.
The woman didn’t respond until a strong wind hit her face that resulted in the stole to fall down from her head. She was definitely the most attractive woman Rajeev has ever seen, courtesy her beautiful eyes.
Read the complete story at http://reverieofpurba.blogspot.in/201...
April 30, 2015
You're in my destiny!
Aarav has always disliked the rain because of the unusually long traffic and the dirty water logged streets that end up spoiling his mood in the rain. And that day was no different.
How can someone say that rain is beautiful?
He wondered always, whenever anyone around him glorified the beauty of rain. As he struggled with the unsually long traffic while driving to the airport, his cell phone bombarded with several text messages from Mallika, his girlfriend. The first one reads:
I know I am no longer important to you. You must be dating some bitch there.
Aarav and Mallika had a long-distance relationship since almost a year. Mallika stays in Mumbai although she hails from Kolkata. Aarav was invited as one of the guests in Mallika’s college carnival. Being the publisher of a reputed publishing house, he was asked to judge the debate intercollegiate competition. That is where he met Mallika, who was anchoring the show. Her gorgeous features, scintillating personality and effortless charm won his heart in a jiffy. They started dating and after Mallika completed her Masters, she headed to Mumbai for a lucrative job.
Aarav paid her a visit almost every month and today it was her birthday. He wanted to take the morning flight but an important meeting compelled him to take the evening flight.
He read the message with disgust and aversion. Their relationship was great only in the initial few months after which the crimson color and the sweet taste of the relationship faded, and in its place there was a black tinge of over possessiveness and the bitter taste of squabble. In the profound core of his being, Aarav knew that this relationship had been already dead, albeit he was not willing to admit it.
The moment you stop feeling calm with the person you love and instead, an invisible air of stress and tension grasps you, it means the relationship has already perished.
As Aarav contemplated about the enigma of relationships absent mindedly, his car almost bumped into an old day. A young girl thankfully pulled the old lady away from his car, which made the old lady lose her balance and fall down. Aarav got down from his car with guilt and repentance clearly written on his face.
He winced upon seeing that the old lady couldn’t stand on her own. She was injured badly and perhaps would have been hurt in a much more severe way had the young girl standing beside her wouldn’t have pulled her in the right time.
“You M.r! How could you be so careless? Such reckless driving!” The girl who was not more than twenty shouted at Aarav. It was drizzling and Aarav felt ashamed of his act. He removed his jacket and covered the old lady with it.
“Are you dumb?” The young girl snapped again.
Read the complete story here: http://reverieofpurba.blogspot.in/201...
How can someone say that rain is beautiful?
He wondered always, whenever anyone around him glorified the beauty of rain. As he struggled with the unsually long traffic while driving to the airport, his cell phone bombarded with several text messages from Mallika, his girlfriend. The first one reads:
I know I am no longer important to you. You must be dating some bitch there.
Aarav and Mallika had a long-distance relationship since almost a year. Mallika stays in Mumbai although she hails from Kolkata. Aarav was invited as one of the guests in Mallika’s college carnival. Being the publisher of a reputed publishing house, he was asked to judge the debate intercollegiate competition. That is where he met Mallika, who was anchoring the show. Her gorgeous features, scintillating personality and effortless charm won his heart in a jiffy. They started dating and after Mallika completed her Masters, she headed to Mumbai for a lucrative job.
Aarav paid her a visit almost every month and today it was her birthday. He wanted to take the morning flight but an important meeting compelled him to take the evening flight.
He read the message with disgust and aversion. Their relationship was great only in the initial few months after which the crimson color and the sweet taste of the relationship faded, and in its place there was a black tinge of over possessiveness and the bitter taste of squabble. In the profound core of his being, Aarav knew that this relationship had been already dead, albeit he was not willing to admit it.
The moment you stop feeling calm with the person you love and instead, an invisible air of stress and tension grasps you, it means the relationship has already perished.
As Aarav contemplated about the enigma of relationships absent mindedly, his car almost bumped into an old day. A young girl thankfully pulled the old lady away from his car, which made the old lady lose her balance and fall down. Aarav got down from his car with guilt and repentance clearly written on his face.
He winced upon seeing that the old lady couldn’t stand on her own. She was injured badly and perhaps would have been hurt in a much more severe way had the young girl standing beside her wouldn’t have pulled her in the right time.
“You M.r! How could you be so careless? Such reckless driving!” The girl who was not more than twenty shouted at Aarav. It was drizzling and Aarav felt ashamed of his act. He removed his jacket and covered the old lady with it.
“Are you dumb?” The young girl snapped again.
Read the complete story here: http://reverieofpurba.blogspot.in/201...
August 5, 2014
All about my 2nd book ~ The Hidden Letters...
So yesterday I got the author copies of my 2nd book, "The Hidden Letters".
When I opened the parcel and took one book in my hand, I was speechless for few minutes. My Dad and granny were celebrating my achievement but I was just sitting quietly ogling at my book. When Dad told me to say something, I just broke down and started crying. I recollected the entire journey of this book and the pebbles and stones that were constantly thrown at me during the process.
I started writing the book "The Hidden Letters.." on January, 2013. From the month of March to June, I was down with several mental and physical agonies inflicted by people who were then closest to me. Despite those numerous scars, I did not let my pen stop running. I completed writing the book by June, 2013. I submitted the manuscript to some of the traditional publishers on July and on the month of December, I was told by Bluejay Books (sister concern of Srishti Publishers and Distributors) that my script has been approved and that they have decided to publish my book. I signed the contract with them on February, 2014. When I was told to choose a designer for the cover, I thought of a friend, Sayon. He also created a beautiful cover for my 1st book but unfortunately it was not approved as my 1st publisher (Diamond Books) had a permanent designer who creates all their covers.
Sayon agreed when I told him to design the cover of my 2nd book and told me about Arunita, a painter. I had earlier seen Arunita's paintings on Fb and have always admired them. These 2 individuals, worked day and night for my cover, was extremely patient whenever I told them to change this or that and finally, the cover was approved by my publisher. I cannot really thank them enough! They were God sent. The editing procedure started on May and by June, the editing was finished. My editor, Stuti was brilliant and cooperative. She polished the script and made it beautiful. After finalizing the cover and the script, it went for print on the month of July and finally I got the author copies yesterday. It was a journey of more than 1.5 years and the feeling was surreal. After crying for a few minutes, I smiled and celebrated like crazy. It was a journey worth celebrating.
I was also content because I realized that I had improved to a large extent from my 1st book, Walking in the streets of love and destiny. I pray when I get my 3rd book in my hand, I can say that I improved hugely from my 2nd book, "The Hidden Letters..." I feel so grateful to the entire universe for letting me experience this moment of happiness and contentment.
The protagonist of this book is inspired from the character of my mother. I wonder how her reaction would have been if she was in this world today. I have also fused some of my character traits in her. So basically Mrs. Anaya Chatterjee is a blend of me and my mother. Though I have created this character, she has also inspired me to be a stronger and a better human being.
The blurb of the book reads:
She is a successful author, a loving wife and the world's best mom. Her doctor husband dotes on her, her teenage daughter idolizes her and her readers yearn for her writing. Shouldn't all that respect and love make her happy?
Yet, she is devoid of inner peace. In the wee hours of the night, her slumber is disturbed by horrifying nightmares. All her harmony is abducted and lost amidst the bunch of hidden letters kept in her cupboard. Those letters were written long back by her cousin, presently a patient at a mental asylum in Kolkata.
Haunted by her inner demons and tired by the long-time secrecy, she decides to put end to her misery by surrendering to her husband and daughter, The Hidden Letters...
Will she lose her husband's love and daughter's respect? Can she forgive herself for her own selfishness which rendered her cousin's fate malignant?
I would be more than glad if you order the book here: http://goo.gl/82LeYz
When I opened the parcel and took one book in my hand, I was speechless for few minutes. My Dad and granny were celebrating my achievement but I was just sitting quietly ogling at my book. When Dad told me to say something, I just broke down and started crying. I recollected the entire journey of this book and the pebbles and stones that were constantly thrown at me during the process.
I started writing the book "The Hidden Letters.." on January, 2013. From the month of March to June, I was down with several mental and physical agonies inflicted by people who were then closest to me. Despite those numerous scars, I did not let my pen stop running. I completed writing the book by June, 2013. I submitted the manuscript to some of the traditional publishers on July and on the month of December, I was told by Bluejay Books (sister concern of Srishti Publishers and Distributors) that my script has been approved and that they have decided to publish my book. I signed the contract with them on February, 2014. When I was told to choose a designer for the cover, I thought of a friend, Sayon. He also created a beautiful cover for my 1st book but unfortunately it was not approved as my 1st publisher (Diamond Books) had a permanent designer who creates all their covers.
Sayon agreed when I told him to design the cover of my 2nd book and told me about Arunita, a painter. I had earlier seen Arunita's paintings on Fb and have always admired them. These 2 individuals, worked day and night for my cover, was extremely patient whenever I told them to change this or that and finally, the cover was approved by my publisher. I cannot really thank them enough! They were God sent. The editing procedure started on May and by June, the editing was finished. My editor, Stuti was brilliant and cooperative. She polished the script and made it beautiful. After finalizing the cover and the script, it went for print on the month of July and finally I got the author copies yesterday. It was a journey of more than 1.5 years and the feeling was surreal. After crying for a few minutes, I smiled and celebrated like crazy. It was a journey worth celebrating.
I was also content because I realized that I had improved to a large extent from my 1st book, Walking in the streets of love and destiny. I pray when I get my 3rd book in my hand, I can say that I improved hugely from my 2nd book, "The Hidden Letters..." I feel so grateful to the entire universe for letting me experience this moment of happiness and contentment.
The protagonist of this book is inspired from the character of my mother. I wonder how her reaction would have been if she was in this world today. I have also fused some of my character traits in her. So basically Mrs. Anaya Chatterjee is a blend of me and my mother. Though I have created this character, she has also inspired me to be a stronger and a better human being.
The blurb of the book reads:
She is a successful author, a loving wife and the world's best mom. Her doctor husband dotes on her, her teenage daughter idolizes her and her readers yearn for her writing. Shouldn't all that respect and love make her happy?
Yet, she is devoid of inner peace. In the wee hours of the night, her slumber is disturbed by horrifying nightmares. All her harmony is abducted and lost amidst the bunch of hidden letters kept in her cupboard. Those letters were written long back by her cousin, presently a patient at a mental asylum in Kolkata.
Haunted by her inner demons and tired by the long-time secrecy, she decides to put end to her misery by surrendering to her husband and daughter, The Hidden Letters...
Will she lose her husband's love and daughter's respect? Can she forgive herself for her own selfishness which rendered her cousin's fate malignant?
I would be more than glad if you order the book here: http://goo.gl/82LeYz
July 17, 2014
The Soul Tale
The moment I chanced upon you,
I cognized my quest has ended;
The surreal imageries occupying my psyche,
Are no longer an illusory mirage.
The fervency of your silent gaze,
Pierced through my heart;
The ethereal words you whispered,
Put my soul on a graceful motion.
Perceiving myself through your eyes,
I could unveil my camouflaged facets;
Like a mirror you stood,
Honoring my reflection and rumination.
Hand in hand, we meandered around
Like two birds with one wing each;
The journey we embarked on,
Seem to be a beautiful Arcadia.
You are my spiritual counterpart,
We are two peas in a pod;
Our love, eternal and imperishable
And the soul tale goes on and on.
I cognized my quest has ended;
The surreal imageries occupying my psyche,
Are no longer an illusory mirage.
The fervency of your silent gaze,
Pierced through my heart;
The ethereal words you whispered,
Put my soul on a graceful motion.
Perceiving myself through your eyes,
I could unveil my camouflaged facets;
Like a mirror you stood,
Honoring my reflection and rumination.
Hand in hand, we meandered around
Like two birds with one wing each;
The journey we embarked on,
Seem to be a beautiful Arcadia.
You are my spiritual counterpart,
We are two peas in a pod;
Our love, eternal and imperishable
And the soul tale goes on and on.
