The Promise.

Sibabrata (now Shubhonil) failed to keep his promise of today. He said he is busy and promised again to meet me twice tommorrow. Will he keep it? Lets see!

The Godess of the City isnt sleeping afterall!

Sibabrata

you keep on twinkling on the horizon
U disappear and reappear
But connect two opposite worlds.

Godess of the City

They both walked together every day on the same street. At the same time. Opening the doors of the day and closing it at the same time. They eat the same food everyday. Still those movements hardly made sense. A connection that wasnt seen nor thought. Even as the sun travelled from east to west, or for that matter the moon rose and faded away, unknowing lives lived unkowningly. Those pages of the book on that table turned in Time. The dust that came in through the window sweeping all in uniformity too made no discrimination. The alarm bell that sang everymorning opened not two but four eyes at dawn, the money that was in ones pocket at this moment reached the others unknowingly....they lived on without knowledge of how much they shared their lives....touching the samethings ...many a times contributing to eachothers.....

The Godess of the City laughed over her designs and smiled snobbily.