The Lost Vagabond

"THE LITTLE TOWN MIDST THE WOODS"  The journey at Dooars brought little its and bits along with it as we started ascending the foothills of the great range through the deciduous foliage. One of those cherishable recollections was this small town midst the woody ranges.  We had to halt at this area in order to reach our destination. At the marketplace of this town which is also supposed to be the last place where network is available, the rest of the trip is supposed to be with dead phones until you again retrieve back to the spot. Since, we did not have a charted plan to roam around, we instinctively decided to take the short hike towards the Buxa Fort from there which is around 5 km down the hilly road. The clicks of hiking towards through the forest and the mesmerizing beauty of the woods is in the last post of the 'Dooars Diaries'.  A bit off-side from the busy route, amidst the forests, rests this small metropolis with its people living in harmony with the surroun

  "RENDEZVOUS OF DEATH" Disclaimer: This post has not been tried to make any offence. Please do not feel so.  All our lives, we keep running to meet the deadlines of time, only to find ourselves the late runner. By the luck of chance, even if we come across certain 'correct' timings, we fall in the dungeon of the 'wrongs' in the next. And finally, going down the sweet and salty path when we reach the finish-line, we are already "too late". Death arrives. But is death early? Or even late?!  I suppose death comes only at the most certain moment. You can argue about accidents or even self-infliction, but only if we have known all the equations of the entire universe and still be alive to talk about them, then I hope the argument would not suffice. The only and most probable truth ( proven ) lies in death. The infinite flow of the nature chooses to be shrouded in mysteries but has left something for us. It has shared a trick with us. Too certain a trick!