well, the off late fascinations of mine has everything to do with a small but no way insignificant island of the pacific.. and, though i have never had the good (or bad) fortune of personally making it to that place (as yet), it still continues to mesmerize me in an everlasting kind of way..
and almost everything seem to be influencing me.. the 'food' {which is again nothing really different from our (read: bengali) food as far as the basics are concerned.. their staple being rice and fish.. same as ours.. the only difference i dun like bong food.. i dun like rice and fish.. but i like sushi.. and that's apparently enough for Mamma to throw her hands up in desperate exasperation and exclaim in utter flustered disgust,"oh! you are impossible!" and Pops to silently smirk and soak in all the fun from the sidelines and adding," funny, you like the raw fish and rice version of the food.."}, the paintings, the dolls {oh yesh, those have always been my favourites}, the Anime {i have a confession here.. i was never a fan of Pokemon.. but i realised, Anime is more than Pokemon.. Jack introduced me to this beautiful world on one fine afternoon, couple of years back, in his room when we were meeting after almost a decade}, and not to forget, nonetheless, the writings! and they sure are addictive.. they play with the very conscience and the psyche! and "intense" is probably one of the very least impressive word to describe them!
this is just a random prose i came across.. and it got me thinking..
"if you think about it, there is something odd about the movement of hands.. there is nothing quite so bewildering as human hands.. they move around endlessly all day long.. to make matters worse, the hand is divided into five fingers that twist and curl on their own, entirely separated from each other, continuing these odd movements.. but most people never bother to notice, and their hands just twitch and wind around completely detached from their thoughts.. they're not just odd, they're uncanny..
--realm of the dead, uchida hyakken"
and almost everything seem to be influencing me.. the 'food' {which is again nothing really different from our (read: bengali) food as far as the basics are concerned.. their staple being rice and fish.. same as ours.. the only difference i dun like bong food.. i dun like rice and fish.. but i like sushi.. and that's apparently enough for Mamma to throw her hands up in desperate exasperation and exclaim in utter flustered disgust,"oh! you are impossible!" and Pops to silently smirk and soak in all the fun from the sidelines and adding," funny, you like the raw fish and rice version of the food.."}, the paintings, the dolls {oh yesh, those have always been my favourites}, the Anime {i have a confession here.. i was never a fan of Pokemon.. but i realised, Anime is more than Pokemon.. Jack introduced me to this beautiful world on one fine afternoon, couple of years back, in his room when we were meeting after almost a decade}, and not to forget, nonetheless, the writings! and they sure are addictive.. they play with the very conscience and the psyche! and "intense" is probably one of the very least impressive word to describe them!
this is just a random prose i came across.. and it got me thinking..
"if you think about it, there is something odd about the movement of hands.. there is nothing quite so bewildering as human hands.. they move around endlessly all day long.. to make matters worse, the hand is divided into five fingers that twist and curl on their own, entirely separated from each other, continuing these odd movements.. but most people never bother to notice, and their hands just twitch and wind around completely detached from their thoughts.. they're not just odd, they're uncanny..
--realm of the dead, uchida hyakken"
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