Swaranjalee Dutta

  As I carelessly scroll down the Instagram, I thought of searching for "Aisha Shyam". Expectations and Reality has a difference, I have learned. She's not on Instagram. "Okay! Not a social media person."  I go to the shower. She wants to have a meet up with me, a casual one maybe. "Kunal, stop thinking. She isn't your girlfriend. And you just kissed her because of the situation. There's nothing like that." I try to say  this to myself over and over again. "So, how was the night, Banerjee?" "Areee, puch mat , she's literally eating me up as if I am a chocopie. The role was played by her only most of the time." "Still inside?" "Yes. She told that she would go by herself only." We both laughed. ................... Preparing breakfast for the three of us, I've narrated Banerjee about the last night scenario. He's super excited. I completed everything, cleaned the room and drive my Honda ...

  I am confused. Is it the beer or is she actually asking me! "Okay...ugh. To be honest my friends are staying at my place, and one even brought a stranger to get laid." She laughs. God, her smile is just magical. "Maybe I can if there's no any problem. And don't take me wrong... I won't do anything stupid here. You can atleast trust me for the night." "Areee no worries. Come inside." She unlocks the door. Well, quite a spacious place. Things have been kept, just like the way I imagined. The centre table, a cozy couch beside, the hall is attached with a kitchen completely like the one in cooking shows. I roam around the house, checking her family pictures hanged alongside the cupboard. She's gone for the changing. "This is so amazing!" I've started thinking. In half an hour, she arrives. "So liking it?" "Yes, of course! Why not?" "But, no use na...I stay in office only pura time." "Sta...

  The decorum of the bar is exactly the way one expects. The temperature is mild with noises coming from the DJ. People are plainly throwing themselves up in the vibe of the rocking numbers played. We take our seats beside the table, above us are neatly decorated hanging glass racks.  "Now this is what a weekend looks like! Woo-hoo!", All three of us gulping the tequila shots in a row. Bollywood songs are adding a taste to the night. Banerjee soon started checking out girls with his flirty gestures. "C'mon atleast one girl would be fine for tonight. I have a great number of Durex in my pocket! Haha." Banerjee and Control are like poles apart. Getting laid is his only desire maybe, even before he die. "Go go, there's one in white dress, she seems nice! Go check her Banerjee" "K...dude mera toh waise v ho jayega... tonight am gonna find one for you!" "C'mon Banerjee, these girls are not his type reh", Mishra supports me. ...

  Hundreds of telephone calls, chit chats. Some are busy dealing with the customers, while some others making a list of the fake calls. This is everyday business, a call center job. Outsourcing from out department has been done by my group, me being the head. 24, graduated and a job. What else do one need right residing in a middle class family? But, still, life has no any plan for me, maybe! Sometimes, we just don't feel good enough with money and status. We need something, maybe a world where none can find us, far far away, spending time with silence.  "Done for the day, Kunal! Tell the rest to wind up." Chatterjee is the manager. A kind guy minding his own business. He's never into gossip discussion network during breaks, but friendly enough to recognize the employee's problem to grant a leave of a day or two. Quite helpful though, atleast to me. "Yes sir. Sir, heard about the Madrid project. Is it still on?" "Yes Kunal. Passports will be read...