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  Better Late Than Never ~Srimoyee Dutta   The memory of our farewell party lingered like a bittersweet melody, a silent echo of unspoken goodbyes. I yearned to etch his image permanently in my mind, a tangible reminder of stolen glances and whispered conversations. Yet, courage fled me at the crucial moment, leaving me with a hollow ache and a photograph uncaptured. The following days were a haunting montage of stolen moments replaying on a loop in my mind: the shy brush of shoulders in the hallway, the electric spark when our fingertips grazed as we exchanged papers, the way his gaze seemed to linger just a beat too long. These seemingly insignificant interactions sent fluttering butterflies through my stomach, leaving me inexplicably sad whenever he wasn't around. Was I the only one who noticed these subtle nuances? Did his heart skip a beat as well, or was it simply wishful thinking - fueled by a yearning I couldn't articulate? The stolen glances, if there were any, o...

CAMPING                                      ~By Srimoyee Dutta  The road was dusty Brown and broken The path was curvy That we had taken The trees were tall That lined the road Their leaves would fall When the cool wind blows The long shadows Of the evening Dissolved into the Darkness gathering The moon was round Full and bright And on the ground Fell its silvery light The twinkling stars In the sky above We lay down to observe With the ones we love.

Seasons By: Srimoyee Dutta The world is too fast to judge But too slow to understand Just like the seasons they say We burn and bloom, We fall and freeze, And we melt away. But we stay calm Through all of it Because this is just another season And we know, that It will change anyway.