My password

I am sure many have this problem of forgetting password. There are so many sites with instructions not to repeat password that I have to coin a unique one . Unfortunately, I forget all the passwords or get jumbled up.

Resulting in losing my access to my own account . I have many times written it in diaries and journals. But, then I lose that too.

Hence I use Mobile phone number to get a code. Now I have mainly limited myself to a single SIM card.

I recall a story in which the thieves had forgotten what the magical words were to escape the cave and lost their lives. Thank God it’s not that crucial.🤓

Masked faces

Started the year with no clue.

The fever called Covid-19 was not new

It was surfing before last year end

Now we got masked faces in the streets

Robbers are getting away and so are thieves.

You can not catch who you can not see

Nor touch , for social distancing is a must 🙂

Who will we turn to, who can we trust?

No one can find a vaccine or medicine

We are left to die and turn to dust!

How it started?

Life was good for a little girl who had so many stories in her head. Whenever she laid her head on the pillow, all the imaginative characters would come alive. Her story about her role would begin, till she drifted in dreams.

Years passed and finally she completed her storyline, it had characters stolen from her favorite movie and the lead female character will always be strong and funny. The reason humor is important in life, is to be able to smile in darkness.

When we feel empty in our heart and lost in our souls, we must not let depression penetrate and drench our goals. Here is the need to bring the lighter side of life. Not every situation has a hope, in death there is no hope. There is just a long painful trauma, it doesn’t go away because the deceased person is not returning.

After many years , the little girl has grown old and all those who were her elders have gone. She has nobody who she can relate to or confide. Her stories are now just memories from past, who did what and when. The series of thoughts stops with each death, everyone left forever except afew.

Missed the story teller who would come up with a happy ending to all fairy tales, life has no fairies just realities and that can not be changed.

Still eyes close and goes off to sleep, but with reality.

How can you identify someone who is blessed by God

That person will be simple and straight forward. Always give more than you have earned. Will accept mistakes and ask forgiveness. Never get angry on personal matters but will not like immoral behaviour. This person will be a source of happiness, will make life easy for others. Will be helpful and down to earth. If you ever meet someone with these qualities, you can make out that person is blessed.

A time to sing

What song can be sung now? It’s a very scary phase of life. Pandemic is virtually spreading across. No one knows what will stop it or eliminate it from this world. The people have forgotten their routine and chores. Students are not really studying anymore. Professional are online and tensed in career. Everyone has lost some one or something a little less or more .

I am thinking what to sing? A piper song that will lead all viruses to unknown destinations in space with a tag, Don’t come anymore 🤓

Tears drop down….

When eyes are filled with tears and you are choking thinking about your beloved mother who was dearer than yourself. How much you loved and wanted to be with her, talk and laugh together. So many hurdles were then making you stay apart, and one day she left forever. No goodbyes, no hugs, no tap on the back. Just for a second I could smell that fragrance and it was gone. I called loud and cried so long, yet I couldn’t make my mother last wish ..was to be near.IMG-20200303-WA0002

My dear mumma, I promised myself to be a good person so that when I die I could meet you at heaven’s gate. You will greet me as always, with a smile and nod of head.




My sweet mother


My loving and sweet mother left us forever on 9th May 2020. She was my favorite. I loved her and respected her with all my heart. Since my father died on 10th April 1980, I was her moral support. Wiping away her tears and telling her joke. My mission in life was,”Keep mumma smiling” forever. As long as I could, I told her jokes, got her things, gave her boost, listened to everything she had to say..and she said almost everything to me.

She was an Architect, graduated with Hons from A.I.T. Kharaghpur, 1967. She worked for sometime with Louis Kahn, while he was in Dhaka.


yes, she is there in saree. Always working with dedication and passion. Her design was flawless and interesting. She always liked to design spaces in levels, huge spaces was her trade mark. People would feel so happy to move in the buildings she had designed.

My mother worked since 1967 till 2015, a long time but she was happy when she was working. I was her assistant at all times, drafting was my part and little bit of suggestions from my end was also incorporated. I was her helper in driving too, I would dust her car before she would start to drive, then take out her glasses from her purse..I was with her ..and I was so happy…now I am feeling lonely…I can no longer call ” Mumma” I can not hear me…I will never be able to see her..hug her..tease her..and make her laugh. Hold her hands and walk..I will never smile with her again..I can not accept this loss..although she died quickly and easily..I believe she is in a better place..I pray for her daily..she is with me in my thoughts..but my heart doesn’t beat the rhythm that she was the tune..I have lost my mother..I can not accept hurts too will hurt too long..because she in not coming back..


More than love

More than love is my love for you

A feeling of happiness that feels so true

An inner gush of ocean is my love for you

A wild fire in autumn that burns through

A winter freezing breeze that bites too

A thundering rain soaking through

All together in a heart that’s true

More than love is my love for you.


The lonely writer is never alone.

Readers keep him amused and loved

Writing comments longer than his verse

Mostly women are his followers as I see

Lonely writer is perfect for thee

There is no wife at his end to be

Checking, complaining, yelling or all three

He is available to laugh and even climb a tree

Lonely writer is never alone nor free

His writings are funny and attractive is his face

There is an attraction , in his gaze

Sky is the limit and relaxing is he

Lonely writer we all admire thee

Sweetness is sexy?

Don’t be rude , be always sweet

Don’t scream or shout, voice is a treat

Don’t fume anger, bursting in rage

Smile genuinely it increases value of face

Don’t get nasty, hatred is bad

Love is sweet, for a gal and lad.