They sat on the benches...unaware of the world around...oblivious of the circus of life...deeply immersed in a discussion. One thing led to the other, one thought gave birth to another. And when all words were spoken...they left...
The park benches are silent once more...the bottle of beer is empty...the sandwich eaten...but the ‘adda’ is not over yet...the silence is a promise of more such passionate discussions...someday, sometime. Soon...
The park benches are silent once more...the bottle of beer is empty...the sandwich eaten...but the ‘adda’ is not over yet...the silence is a promise of more such passionate discussions...someday, sometime. Soon...
This foto was taken in Gonchara, Kiev by an old friend of mine named Saheli Chakraborty. She is a passionate fotographer and a computer wizard. She is currently in Ukraine, happily married to a common friend of ours. Thanks for joining the motley crowd Saheli...
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I had to!!! How could I leave without warming those benches!!!Of unfinished Addas and unfinished drinks... Be it Bhare r cha or that last drop of Chivas, the Kanika song or watching the "alive but not kicking" deaf octogenerian blabber away rubbish or even getting together after a tough Bechu Babu day.... convincing and never consoling each other that the light we saw at the end of the tunnel were indeed torches of angels and not that of a fast approaching express train. In life's ups and downs, in doing that one thing together that no debating pair had ever done before and in all glory and great dreams the adda continues....
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