They define poignancy thus.

I say, it is simply, this.

Hori din toh galo, sondhya holo, paar koro amare..

The Sen person.
Taking random shit from people (and generally displaying no backbone whatsoever)

since 1988.

Just.

Barely there. :)

Realisation that my road to nowhere starts from Malory Towers and goes up to Jaisalmer (NOT the city, just hypnotism and globetrotters and Mukul), wounds through Blandings and meets up with the muddy pathways of Nishchindipur.

Yellow-brick-roads need to be found. Quick.

Sometimes I wonder at how pat I have my childhood down. Books and songs and certain conversations. And 12 years giftwrapped and delivered at your doorstep. Just like that.