Saturday, May 19, 2007

Oly.

This is to beef steaks, rugged carpets, and overflowing pegs of Fuel.
This is also to SPE next door, graffiti laden toilet walls, queasy stomachs, torn sofas and stoic faces.
To spinning rooms, blunt knives, scurrying rats and tumble-down ceilings.
And to countless, timeless, hurrying, whispering, nudges of time, and secrets as they poured out.

6 comments:

Arijit said...

I'll drink to that...

Rimi said...

me too. How perfect, Bee.

Rimi said...

On a completely unrelated note, bhab, toke jodi keu B... theke Bee daake, tar theke Moumachhi dake, ebong tui chote du gha boshanor por tar theke Mou daake, aar keu jiggesh korle bole "Or naame B..., tai ami oke Mou daaki", tahole kemon hoy?

Iye. I need sleep. Good night.

Phemonoe said...

and to chokaass too :)

chokaaasss :P

saptarshi said...

Ami oly te giye steak khai(at least ekta).Ar ice diye jol aar chaat khai.

lol

(and i love the place too)

Indranil said...

Hear hear!!!