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Greetings, wallflowers, mountain-lovers and everyone else.

Hey people!

I’m a 21st century brat who sprung out of her mother’s womb in 1999. This world, howsoever ethereal or abject a predicament it might be in, welcomed me with open arms, and I can’t be more grateful, for the countless opportunities of getting on my fellow humans’ nerves.

Um, I guess that was a bit of an idiosyncratic start.

Well, I am just an ordinary face amidst the crowd that you jostle your way through on the bus or the metro every day. Yet I do wish to make this enterprise worthwhile for you.

 I intend to harp on topics like mountains, daily life observations and last but definitely not the least, my hopelessly gigantic problem of social awkwardness. The last problem has largely to do with my personality, and has begun to subside recently. But I do believe that such a problem is hugely relevant for a considerable number of people, hence my effort to discuss on a public platform.

I’m going to share a very frequent experience that I used to have out on the streets. The fruit vendor or grocer I’m talking to quite inevitably would assume that I cannot speak proper Bengali, or that I am not a native speaker, so they would switch to Hindi or ask, ‘Tumi Bangla jano na?’ (Don’t you know Bengali?)

(My head silently screaming and my heart stifling a sob)

A big round of applause to the habit of stuttering acquired in my childhood.

I silently accept the packet of fruits and go on my way, awaiting another chance to smoothen out my fumbling tongue.

Anyways I hope I’m not boring the life out of you with such a personal experience.

My blogs would also include, as aforementioned, tales of my visits to the mountains (with whom I have a lifelong relationship with) and arbitrary yet interesting snippets of the world around me.

Next week, I’m going to upload a piece on the value of existence (it’s actually a three-year old article, but I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to share it here).

Here does this week’s misery stop.

Thanks!

Girl of the Earth.

Chintakphu top, Nepal in June 2018. In frame: Ishika Saha. Clicked by Ratnadeep Roy

Deadlines to cross, files to finish

Her shirt buttoned up tight

Lips pursed, shoulders tense

Tired muscles working late at night.

Invisible ropes bind her limbs

To the clockwork of the social machine

Her soul seeks for peace under

Fake smiles, eye glitter and sheen.

She drags her soul to the slopes

Where the calm breeze and cricket buzz

Flow through the trees in mixed harmony

Blurring out car horns and office fuss.

The earth senses her presence

Feels her weary eyes and tangled nerves

Invisible roots clutch her ankles

She slips, and slides down a muddy curve.

Splotches of grime and soil

Stick to her palms and trousers

Her face vacant, gaping mouth

Awake from a deep, tiring slumber.

Her greasy hands reach her cheeks

Leaving a fresh muddy streak

Over those weary cheek muscles

Flashing an ear-to-ear smile, at joy’s peak.

Leaping and rolling in fresh dirt

Sunshine glimmering in her eyes

Calm pervades every inch of her body

Earth has embraced her, with arms open wide.

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