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Posted in Nomad's Diary

Shillong, The Land of Cherry Blossom

Posted on by Oindri_I
Shillong’s beauty
The Queen
The Beauty in the night

When I was 11 or 12 years old. I used to fancy about Japanese culture. After a vast researching about the Japanese I learned about a strange beautiful fragile flower; yes, the cherry blossom. I was harbouring a dream to go to japan one day and enjoy that heavenly beauty myself. But going to the Land of the Rising Sun was costly for me and my family. But God showed me away. When I was in my final years of university (2016), I learned about the sakura that blooms in India.
I first read about it when the 1st cherry blossom festival took place in Shillong. This festival featured in the Scoopwhoop. Shillong always had a special place in my heart. My parents went there for their honeymoon. I guess, my blueprint was also drawn there. Anyway, in 2019, after losing my job, I simply asked my mother about going to the 4th Cherry Blossom Festival. Instead of flying slipper, to my surprise, she easily agreed to go to Shillong. Thus our story started.

Posted in Poetry

Another Woman

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At a certain point in time,
You will like a brand new smile.
That smile will make your day bright
and he'll keep calling you day and night.

His courtesy will move you.
His sincerity will blind you.
His words will woo you.
His kind soul will bewitch you.

He will take you to lovely dates
And share a cup of coffee.
He will promise to make you the happiest
And kiss you genuinely.

There are no more nightmares.
You are now in love; neck-deep,
Again you listen to the birds' chirp.
And forget that the coin might flip.

Phone calls are not frequent any more.
Texts get rare slowly.
Each time you get a busy line;
You got to know you are not his only.
His concern is now somewhere else,
Probably in another city.
And that's the time to realize,
You were his another woman only.
Posted in Poetry

Mirage

Posted on by Oindri_I

Thank you for making me a believer again.
I thought probably you were ‘the one’.
Thank you for making me feel special.
I thought you could bring a new dawn.
Thank you for kissing my flawed soul.
I thought you were the answer to my prayers.
Thank you for your warm hugs.
I thought you were worthy of unveiling my layers.

Alas! It was a mirage.
And now, I am addicted to your kisses.
It was a mirage for a week.
And I am afraid to let go of your embraces.
Alas! like a naive teenager I fell for vague promises.
And now I am standing at my front door
With hopes, shattered in pieces.

But thank you for respecting me as a whole.
I know you are the rain after drought.
And I know, mirages are always serene;
Probably for a week.