er and smaller as the coaches rattled by. Avisek looked back, looking unto us back in his home town here in Kolkata, his beloved Lyaad group members Joydip, Budhaditya and myself, his very close pal Soma and his maternal brother Guddu, all waved to him. Then round the turn he disappeared. The drag of the coaches smudged us with the whiff of chilled air, making us shiver back to reality. This same station we have met a lot of times, different venues. Be it our short tours to Barrackpore and Khardah, long tours to Ghatshila or Digha and some mini night over at Diamond Harbour. They all came back, reflecting their images in the pool of tears. But the wripples did shine with hope for a new dawn, a dawn where we all will be ultimately settled in our lives as some one or some thing. Varied aspects, varied colours and varied ratios!Saonara pal... we will miss you..... See you soon!
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