Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Rain Messenger's Diary 18....25th April, 2012

I have almost forgotten when I last picked up my pen to write something, or in this case typed something in Word.  But, a long hiatus from penning my ramblings is not what perplexes me, what astonishes me is I didn’t really get the insatiable urge to write. The search of a livelihood and the whole deal of growing up perhaps steals a bit of you from you.

Suman has sung some of my favourite lines, one such being “E Sahar janey amar prothom shob kichu, palate chai joto shey ashe amar pichu pichu”. It has always intrigued me how we keep trying to run away and avoid our past yet the more we try to forget, the harder it gets to do so. I do not know whether am running away or just don’t have the time to stroll down memory lane…but I do miss my madness when it rains. I miss, being able to simply walk out and greet the rain with open arms and closed eyes.

In a daze, I walk on doing things that are expected of me, a non-descript life of a non-descript human-being….one among teeming millions whose absence or presence is equivalent.
I truly have lost the touch…I seem to have lost my words…I guess sometimes we do lose our lives in search of our livelihoods