A Scoop of Sunshine

Gazing at the flowing sands of Time, Reminiscing times sublime, Captures a momentary happiness, That leaves a smile on forlorn faces.

Stealing a glance at the person in the mirror, I looked to find a face so familiar, Yet there were lines that have appeared, Some streaks of grey here and there.

"That's the mountain where fire goes to sleep", said one of the old locals, "Nobody goes there after sun down." René listened with intent. He drove this far along the dusky road to reach the village, which lay at the foothills of the mountain. The waters from a nearby stream added a sparkling sound to the misty mountain air. He picked up his back-pack and walked into the small hut, his base, for the next few days.

Lady on the swing, Your hair blows in wind, As you sit there swaying, As if in a dream.

শারদত্সবের আমেজে মোহন দাদা মেতে উঠেছিল। নিজের দৈনন্দিন কাজের ফাঁকে এই কয়টা দিনে সে দুর্গাপূজার আয়োজন এবং অনুষ্ঠানে যোগদান দিয়ে সমস্ত কিছু আমোদ প্রমোদে ভুলিয়ে দিত। পূজোর শেষে শারদীয়া যাত্রাপালা দেখা তার বাত্সরিক রীতি ছিল। প্রত্যেকবারের মত এইবার ও সন্ধ্যারতির শেষে মোহন দাদা ও তার বনধু সাইকেল বের করে যাত্রা দেখতে রওয়ানা হল।

There was a wise old man, Who sat under a tree, spick and span. Children played around him, Clustered chirps and cherry blossom swings.

Valentine's day is here, With romantic souls declaring love near and far. "Oh it's love", they say, "The crazy, undying kind, Which cannot be tempered by the rain or wind" Oh silly, silly mind!