The First Step

Starting a blog is not easy, at least for me. I have always thought about writing one. But never found the right topic to write a blog. Well, it's not that I don't love to write. I just don't know what I should write. I love to discuss about many things like linux, food, music, stories, movies, "whether soul exists or not" etc etc.. But what should be the topic of my blog?? Well tonight I just want to start my blog. And probably I will write about everything I like in this blog.

So in my first blog post, I want to share one of my experiences:

It was April, 2009. I went to meet one of my acquaintances in a restaurant. On my way back, I found that due to some unknown reason there wasn't a single bus in my route. I checked my cellphone and it was showing 10pm. Damn! It was a Sunday. The roads were almost empty. I didn't have enough money to hire a cab (Technically I had, but the cabbies were charging a double rate) and I didn't have my ATM card. So I started walking. People who live in the streets of Kolkata were preparing to sleep. I decided to observe them. After almost half an hour, suddenly I saw a girl. She was studying under a street lamp. I crossed her slowly while observing her carefully. She didn't even notice me. I returned to my room and thought about her before I fell asleep.

A few weeks later, I saw her again at Gariahat, a popular place for shopping in Kolkata. She was selling some kind of food. I was in a hurry. So I rode on a bus and decided to leave. That was the last time I saw her.

I left Kolkata in June 2009 and forgot about her and eventually her face. A couple of years ago, I went to a party and when I was retuning I saw another girl was studying under a street light. Suddenly I remembered everything. While my bus was waiting for green signal, I tried to observe her. This girl was  much older than the girl I saw in 2009. Before I could watch properly the bus started moving.

In the end I didn't able to figure out whether these two girls were the same person. But the place was almost same, and the second girl was older. So I assumed they were the same. Maybe I wanted to believe that they were the same person.

Whenever I feel hopeless in my life, I think about her or them. Streets of Kolkata has taught me many things and this lesson had a revision class.

P.S : Did I forget to mention that I love manga and anime? I think I did. Sorry!!

        I'm going to write about them too..