As the mercury rose on the hot summer noon, an ill feeling of lethargy gripped my physical senses. A dull ache capsized my bodily responses, strangling my sinews. Mixed together with uncontrollable sweating and raging anguish, I lay lifelessly on a hammock. Thoughts flocked in and out of my empty mind after echoing in every corner of my heart. Their sterile flight occasionally projected an uncoordinated dreamscape on my eyes: haphazard visions of nostalgia. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or alive. The blaze of the sun cast bright shadow on the lids of my eyes. I could make out the forms, silhouettes, characters, places, the time, I remembered some scenes. Some of these situations were known, familiar, some were mixed in delusion. I felt narcotized, if I was sleeping already, this must be a dream.
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I Me Myself : Aabir Basu
Aabir Basu is a North Kolkata-bred bearded and spectacled Bengali Bhodrolok. He is on the right side of his thirties and is married to his teenage sweetheart. He has a master’s degree in Business Administration and is currently employed in some IT company. Aabir is an artist at heart: cartoonist, photographer, painter, movie buff, poetry enthusiast, lullaby story-teller, bathroom singer, religious philosopher and photo manipulator. He believes in creativity and breaking out of the cliché. Aabir's life is characterized by trying to spend a peaceful life while doing what he loves or trying to love what he does (that's too many trying in one sentence). Aabir writes blogs about life, religion, photo-blogs, politics, short stories, one liner quotes and everything else.
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