There is this girl I know. She lives in Mumbai. Wait. In Copenhagen. No, Iraq, was it? Or Chicago? Kolkata?
This girl, she’s sitting somewhere right now — in her house, under a open sky, beside a busy street — she’s almost anywhere.
Except that she’s not in a classroom , office , library.
Well she is with a bottle of wine, Cabernet Sauvignon...her favorite.
Well she can be describe as a poem of melancholy. Somewhere she enjoys her loneliness in her own way.
Right now she isn't typing any code in computer or looking forward to a half burnt patient. She doesn't even know how much digits are there in pi. She is just spoiling her time or may be this is how she enojoys her life.
May be she was spoiled by a rich parents— jewellary, dresses, all the attention anyone could want. But may be she never want all that.
May be she wants someone. May be a girl..Wait! What?
Yes a girl....
Right now she takes off her wine bottle on her open air balcony. A cozy midnight, She takes steps towards her bedroom.
She just saw her "man" sleeping on her bed.
~IRIEN BISWAS
This girl, she’s sitting somewhere right now — in her house, under a open sky, beside a busy street — she’s almost anywhere.
Except that she’s not in a classroom , office , library.
Well she is with a bottle of wine, Cabernet Sauvignon...her favorite.
Well she can be describe as a poem of melancholy. Somewhere she enjoys her loneliness in her own way.
Right now she isn't typing any code in computer or looking forward to a half burnt patient. She doesn't even know how much digits are there in pi. She is just spoiling her time or may be this is how she enojoys her life.
May be she was spoiled by a rich parents— jewellary, dresses, all the attention anyone could want. But may be she never want all that.
May be she wants someone. May be a girl..Wait! What?
Yes a girl....
Right now she takes off her wine bottle on her open air balcony. A cozy midnight, She takes steps towards her bedroom.
She just saw her "man" sleeping on her bed.
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