VLOG - 1 (Coffee Date with Bestie)
I have started this segment to lowkey turn my tumblr into an YouTube channel.
Today, at the coffee shop me and my bestie had the most unhinged gossips, discussions, life decisions, academic downfall, academic comeback, dating and what not. Told her about my depression. While having coffee we laugh at our jokes and continuously we said "ebar free lagche"...
This year was really a tough one. Specially for us because of some highly nonsense reasons. Anyways but genuinely had fun...
Love you Tamu! You deserve the world!! đđ
I have seen in my 17years of life that I was the only one who wanted or still wants to hold onto people. For example I always tell my close ones that, "say that you will never leave me" or "you will stay, right? I hope you won't go away?"
me, yes, I was the only one who wanted people to stay in my life. However, nobody ever told me to stay or never leave them. For once I wanna hear this. From my very own initiative I have told people that "I won't leave you" but nobody ever told me "I hope you won't leave me, would you?"
I am the most hated person in school right now. I really don't have a friend who will only stay with me, will roam around with me, fool around, talk shit, study together, help each other, support each other and what not. I hope I will always be alone. My paternal family members likes loneliness but I can't bear that.
There are things which I really wanna do all alone like, bunjee jumping (spelling might be wrong), bike riding on a highway (harley davidson heritage classic), driving, jump into the river and swim, weight loss, aesthetic life and what not.
Still I wanna do things with someone like I wanna a have a wishlist with someone. Only me and her/him.
Thats alll
Its gonna be hard! So what!! đˇ
Work on it..
She will never be the same as she used to be!.
exam officially got over yesterday. As usual I installed Instagram and the first thing I did was to open the profile of Shreya Chatterjee.. (Usually th first thing I do is open tumblr to check on the only friend I have in tumblr.. after that I had a bad event so). Scrolling through her profile makes me feel so calm and drifts me away from all my overthinkings and insecurities... Her poems, her photographs, her spotify playlist everything is on point...
To have a profile like her is also my wish... I have found out that Shreya Di and me are quite similar in some stages, for example we both love our culture, we love all the languages and traditions of our country, the way we think is also quite similar... Her profile is so aesthetic and cozy it really makes me feel good! Yesterday I spent hours on her profile.. Sometimes I cried, sometimes I laughed seeing her feed..(I was also going through something and as soon as I opened her account i started crying anyways.. No emotional talks)... I really admire her...
With Love,
Hiya~
My playlist of bangla gaan.....
LITERALLY BEST EPISODE OF THE SERIES (you cannot fight me @foreignink)
Kaisi teri khudgarzi, lab namak rame na misri, kaisi teri khudgarzi, tujhe preet purani bisri..
đđđ¸đ
âĸ the world of apu (satyajit ray, 1959)
âĸ raincoat (rituparno ghosh, 2004)
~KONKALITOLA, KOPAYI NODI & JOMIDAR BARI~
Beautiful temple. My family didn't give puja because this year my grandmother expired, so "ashuch" . (curse in english I guess, don't know) I was sitting inside the temple area and saw that "Shautali Dance" was performed by the tribal women. I danced with them, clicked photos. I danced so well that they were calling me continuouslyđ¤. I really had fun their. I even did my make up inside the temple area (because Pinush was giving me rush and yes girls take time to get ready). While doing my makeup I felt like the song "Chandi Jaisa Rang Hai Tera". I know I am not even a bit of that song but still I felt. (I am ugly as hellđ but still I felt like chandi jaisa rang). Anyways really felt calm and happy while dancing.
Rabindranath Thakur composed a poem "Amader Choto Nodi" which was based on Kopayi Nodi. Its really a "choto nodi, chole aake bake". I have nothing so say something about this nodi because its really beautiful. Speechless I am.
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(I have posted a picture of "Bonolota". It is a villa which is named after Bonolota.)
Several shooting took place in this place. Its really huge. Shiv Pujo takes place in this house. I though that the Zee5 webseries "Shwetkali" shooting was done here but I was wrong. Anyways. I even clicked some photos inside the jomidar bari. I felt like I reached heaven, its was vintage and beautiful.
Thats all about day two. Had a lot of fun and gathered a lot of knowledge.
I bet day 3 blog will capture the heart of every reader.
Lemme tag my favorite Bengali's as well as other mutuals
@intellectual6666 @choppedphilosopherharmony @jukti-torko-golpo @piyakebazaar @anarkali-disco-chali @shyam-kariya @aapki-shayara @aapka-shayar @thecaffeinatedresearcher @enigma-the-mysterious
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