The guy-next-door.

The owners of the house next door have always put it on rent, giving us the ~joy~ of new neighbours more often than necessary. Some are sweet as rosogulla [like the retired Bengali couple, whose Aunty made me promise that I'd invite her to my wedding. Sure, if she could promise to be alive till then...], and some are not so social [This one time some bachelors decided to keep all the cricket balls that flew into their balcony. Oh boy, the ruckus that caused!].

Yet, we had never seen the phenomenon of sub-tenancy before.Our current neighbours have sub-let a 6x5 ft room to a guy in his mid-twenties.
And This man is my neighbour-in-focus.

Sari, finally!

I'm just so excited that I finally draped a sari. Even though most of the people I wanted to see weren't there, it doesn't matter, 'coz I had fun :)

Random thought: Night

This isn't a poem.
It's just a string of thoughts barely connected to each other.
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I like the night.
It seems so full of potential, of possibilities to explore which are too shy, or too drastic to be undertaken during the day.