Life and Lies of M R Maiti

************************* A beautiful amusing thing, Almost magical,  Happens at the end of day, When returning from work, You plug in your headphones, And your favourite song resumes From the same point you had left it  In the morning. Isn't it amazing that Far far away, someone You are never going to meet In your lifetime, Whispers something, And the voice reaches to you in waves, Leaving an impact on you, Both in sickness and in health. ************************** Liked what you read? Leave a comment! PS: This piece is dedicated to Lana Del Rey.

Dehradun to Sankri On an early morning, towards the end of March, I was sipping a cup of tea in Dehradun, surrounded by a bunch of strangers loading their backpacks on a traveller which was going to take us to Sankri, the starting point of Kedarkantha Trek. A thought struck me. Somewhere around this place, not so long ago, Ruskin Bond was racking his brains to come up with the name of a fictitious town. Subsequently, he came up with the name: Dehra, having spent his early adolescent days in Dehradun, the place which inspired many of his characters and stories. Ingenious, huh? I am struggling with a similar challenge. Let’s see what I come up with. I finished my tea. And soon we headed on our way. The first view of the mountains came when we were about to reach Mussourie. A smile spread across my face automatically in its unique way, like it happens when you meet an old friend after a long time. I was hoping to spot Cambridge Book Depot on the way, or even Ruskin Bond if I w...