Over the years endured I've grown fond more of the people who confounded me than those who comforted. I am made to maintain that life is all about discovering one's vulnerability often sweetly 'misspelled' as 'strength'. Strength, as it appears to me, has two kinds. The strengths we are born with make the first kind. The other kind has those we cultivate along the journey...

We are always born more than once. It is not a choice to be exercised but a phenomenon to be endured or rejoiced...it is ordained.

the magic of leitmotifs...

Though 'leitmotif' owes it origin to Wagnerian opera, over the years it has grown to be one of the most lovingly used words across the imaginative brotherhood - signifying a recurring theme or object relatable to the reappearance of a person, situation...or fancy. Kolkata is a city where leitmotifs abound...some momentarily and some forever. I hail from that city making it agreeably obvious to carry a bit of it in me wherever I go...recurring themes!

what I impose...

Perhaps I am by choice absent in everything that I do or pursue. But they are all essentially there in me, though in bits and pieces, little by little building a haze that only lifts to descend again...the impositions I make,if at all I do, speak more of them than of me...fortunately!