Bismay Mohanty

Angelica- She was the first girl I had a crush on. Same height as mine, a divine combination of straight and curly hair extending till her waist, a black mole below her lower lip and a sea of smile on her face. There are infinite things I can describe about her, but I won't, or else you will fall in love with her. I met her at a friend's place in which both of us were invited. It was a marriage event. After all the processions were over and the bride, who was my friend's sister, left to the groom's place to spend a happy life ever after, I went to the roof of the hotel to puff few cigarettes before going to sleep. As the first puff exhausted to perish in the darkness of the night, there seemed to what can be called as a squealing tone. I moved forward towards the back of the water tank- a girl in her early 20s was sobbing bitterly. Sensing someone sit next to him, she tried to control holding back her tears but it was already too late. "Hey!", I said i

Solitude has been a great friend lately. Every morning I wake up and go through my notifications sitting in the bathroom. Sometimes, if there happens to be lots of them and the bathroom door gets banged on by whoever is in the queue.  My friend, Solitude, remains asleep all the time till I go to college. So, I brush my teeth and wash my face, the first task I do is bring breakfast for myself and my roommates. As my roommates wake up too early and I don't join them to the gym, I have this responsibility of bringing food for them.  Once we are done with the food with some good music to start the day, in the background.  Then as I board the bus to my college, sometimes in sitting posture and sometimes standing and crushed like a potato between the crowd, I meet Solitude; always in the same destitute as me.  He is a nice guy. A better version of myself. He looks the same as me but a confident and charming smile prevailing over his face.   At class, I often sit i