Just About Us

When I beheld Arijita's picture for the very first time, I was really lost in her dark, deep magical eyes. Those eyes are full of secrets, filled with the most beautiful verses written till now. I became acquainted with Arijita on social media, but there was something special in her that made me infatuated. When in her picture, I saw the dark glossy hairs falling on her shoulders, conch shell-like neck and toned but soft arms and those dark glossy hairs resemble the nimbus clouds of the rainy season, I was struck by the arrows of cupid. We chatted at the romantic nights of summer, amorous and exotic dark rainy hours, the adventurous and wild hours of the tempest, the utopian nights of the spring. Slowly we began to know things about each other, we began to know ourselves. When in a voice message, I heard her Cuckoo like voice for the first time, it felt quite like I was free from the bondage of chains of depression and melancholy after a long time, and my soul started to sing in the shower of love and happiness.

It was phenomenal, such an amazing feeling it was! When she sent me her alluring, appealing, ravishing selfie for the first time, after beholding this, my heart started to beat faster, a current of electricity passed through my whole body. I was then in the seventh Heaven. Time had stopped for me. Then I began to sense the glimpse of her angelic, heavenly beauty in my dreams. We began to embrace on the bank of Koyel in Daltonganj. I would kiss her crimson red lips on the breathtaking hilltop of Jadugada. She would whisper the words of love in the sunshower in the Sal and Kendu forests of Dhalbhumgarh. Finally, this transient bond of infatuation was rendered into a strong, lasting, durable bond of empathy, sharing with each other, caring for each other, admiration, affection, passion, desire and staying beside each other at one's toughest times. This may be the elixir that the poet's call love! A lot of days have passed. But the irony of fate is that I have never been able to tell her about my deepest feelings for her. It's a beautiful morning in the Spring. The chillness of winter has gone and nature has beautified herself with all colors. The symbol of love, Rose, has bloomed with full glory. The whole environment is filled with the alluring fragrance of daffodils and tulips. The winsome Krishnachurā, Ashoka have spread their petals out in the sunshower. The whole canvas has taken the red complexion with the red pallette of blazing Palash. Today morning I am going to visit my ladylove. Today I will tell her the tale of my heart. "Arijita, just wait. My inamorata, it's not I and you anymore. From today, it is 'us'."