THE ALTERNATED CITY.

Location: Tipsy Town Café, Guwahati


Residing in a different city all these years would make me crave for my land more. Back then my city did not have so many malls and cafes as it does now. Guwahati, from quite sometime has been hit by this sudden upsurge of cafes. Our ’bol jau kobat’ (let us go somewhere) plans have witnessed this transition of having delicacies in restaurants and fast food joints then to cafes now.
As much as these changes leave me in splits, the comfort because of it overhauls the former. Guwhatians now have the access to chill out without burning a hole in their pockets and waiting in those neverending queues in the crammed up restaurants and parks as there are now cafes etched in almost every nook and corner of the city. One can go there with 100 rupees in their wallets and still enjoy a warm cup of coffee with music that’d provide solace to the soul. These cafes also do have a wide range of cuisines starting from the lip smacking traditional assamese thali to lots of continental dishes that anyone would love to satisfy their taste buds with.
Apart from the great items to hog on, the ambience of these places are worth more than just a glance. Some of them have seating arrangements in the form of tyres, swings and hammocks while others outshine with their décor. Surprisingly there are a lot of home turned cafes where the owner himself / herself greet and assist the visitants thus serving as a catalyst to their profits. And the best part about them? We can sit there without being poised for long long hours not having to pay hefty amounts for the same.
Food civilization understands no rigidity. We generally have a customized and modified version of different type of cuisines like the Indian Chinese, spiced Italian and what not.
 These add ons to the ethnicity of my city definitely feels surreal. Let’s see what more does the ‘sack of trends’ lead us to!
 









THE GREEDY GUTS!!


There’s a realm of concern in what he utters even though it feels poignant.
 But then how do I forget the one who has held these fingers of mine since I’ve been in my senses?
The one who strokes my tongue with the utmost sanity!
It has never been unusual to have that irreplaceable niche for the first love of yours in the most subtle corner of your psyche :’)
But guess this gluttony soul of mine has to take the backseat for a while!

Anxiety.

Gushing through the veins of this not so fierce anatomy, anxiety seems to have found a new domain now. It’s an unfamiliar fervour this conscience has been thriving to get acquainted to though failing miserably an unreckoned number of times to be precise! 

Some dawns leave me deserted wondering that life would have been such an euphoric place to reside in had these subtle emotions been perishable just like those pieces of edibles lying around. 

The ticking of the antique clock occupies some magnificent fraction of my brain, reminding me of passing time, and makes me feel that every way that I venture leads to nothingness. The way to get out of it may be to wander away in the shore, amidst the plethora of miniscule pebbles, away from the vicinity of turmoil.

But then what better can these feeble fingers do beyond merely scratching it down on the pieces of a lifeless framework? :’)

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