Monsoon Love

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So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
-Sonnet 18

I've always loved monsoon over other seasons. For me, it's still, "Shall I compare thee to a Monsoon day?" That may be because the rain kept my whole family hurdled in our little house, keeping me company or maybe I never liked the outside world much. Can't tell anymore.

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Oh, dreary rain. Come back again and again

Philip Lombard, summing up the girl opposite in a mere flash of his quick-moving eyes thought to himself:
"Quite attractive-a bit schoolmistress perhaps.
A cool customer, he should imagine-and one who could hold her own-in love or war. He'd rather like to take her on…

A couple of monsoons ago, I was losing my steps In the mysterious stony island just off of the Devon coast along with characters from Christie's, "And Then There Were None" when my phone started ringing my ears off. The tiny bookworm inside me started consoling me and said,

"Let it go to voice mail, buddy. Nothing can come before the combination of a cloudy day, a hot steaming cup of coffee and a Thriller." "Do not let this day go to waste."

But the stubborn cheap Chinese phone kept ringing and ringing until I grabbed it by its supple waist in an attempt to shut its crying voice off for once and for all when a tiny text popped up on its even tinier screen.

"Pick up Sakib, It's urgent."

Oh well, there went my day of solitude. I dialed back and, at the other end, was one of my best mates. For the sake of anonymity and being a disturbance himself, let's just call him "Grey." As his soul is Grey, lol.

"what bro! what's so urgent that it couldn't wait till evening?"

In a similar voice to that of a kid getting caught by his parents while stealing candies from the highest shelf, Grey replied,

"Can you come down? I'm standing right in front of your gate."

Who can say no to that voice? Letting my coffee to get cold alone, I came outside to see a downed face, a face that could fall apart in tears anytime.

So, Grey has been going through a tough time in his relation. The girl he has been dating is perfect, he is handsome and able-bodied, but the situation is coerced. They secretly got married, but his angry and grumpy father will not let them stay together. He wants Grey to finish his degrees and look for a job and then settle, which was a good couple of years away.

As kids in Bangladesh tend to be dependent on their parents up to their mid-twenties, so they have to follow whatever the guardians say. But love transcends any boundaries, and these two love birds couldn't keep their hands to themselves and got themselves entangled in a situation that's very complex to get out of.

Now, let's call the girl, "Pink." Pink is one great girl who is very commendable and rarely had to pay her tuition fees due to the number of scholarships she got. And she was a TA with a solid pay when they got married.

As she saw what her young husband was going through, she banked out all her savings and rented an apartment nearby.

That day was Grey's birthday, and I was guilty of forgetting it. Honestly, I can never remember anyone's birthday. And that day, Pink decided to surprise Grey with the apartment to show him support, rapport and strength, which all marriages need. But, this act of love did exactly the opposite of cheering him up. This badly hurt his ego, and he decided to leave. 4 years of unconditional love and Grey couldn't handle one small act that supposedly humbled him a little. So to seek fortitude, Grey sought me out.

To give a little bit of EXTRA context on what happened next, I have to describe to you guys a little portion of our culture. Unlike pubs and bars, we Bengali kids hang out in "Tong Dokan." Tiny shades with benches that sell teas. For us, Bengalis, a cup of tea and smoke, can solve anything in the world. If Mark Watney, The Martian, was Bangladeshi, our astrophysicists would've decided his fate on a Tong Dokan for sure.

So, to sprinkle a little bit of Wisdom on him, we went to a nearby Tong. While sipping on our tiny teacups, I decided to start walking on completely uncharted territories. I mean, I'm a guy who has no idea about how marriage works. But I had to play the part of a good friend, hadn't I?

While consoling him with usual shenanigans like "Don't worry, everything will be okay, you'll find a job and then live happily ever after" and some other meaningless blabberings, I decided to text Pink and tell her to come there. She texted back,

"30 mins."

I thought, girl! Your marriage is about to get destroyed, but you have to make him wait. LOL. Sad LOL.

So for the next period, I kept uttering out the same words of consolations repeatedly and kept feeding him smokes and tea, which left a decent dent in my pocket.

Now, to give a little bit of EXTRA EXTRA context on what happened next, let me tell you the kryptonite of Bangladeshi horny but charismatic apex males. We love Saree. A traditional one-piece dress that girls were on specific occasions. Most of the Bengali poets at least once has written a poem about saree and chastity.

She showed, after ONE long hour, wearing a Saree and looking like a fairy whose wings have just been clipped. What she did was tried to look as enchanting as she could that Grey gets magnetized to her aura.

Grey saw her walking towards and looked at me as if he was Caeser, and I was Brutus. She came and spilled out only one word while I was there,

"Hi"

I gave them the much-needed space. And the saw the eons old, most beautiful yet viciously powerful trick women play on men. I saw how my rowdy friend was so weak to her girly pheromones, and within 15 mins they were on the verge of making out.

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And then it was my turn to sip on my cup of tea along with a cigarette while saying to myself,

"বোঝো তাহলে।"




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I am reading this late. You will see that is often the case for me, as I don't really look at my feed nor do I follow any pattern on reading. I should :) but I don't.

With that apology, I am surprised that not many read this or even if they read didn't comment on this. I don't know why, but may be it's lack of time, may be it is lack to commitment to write a note...

But I will be the first the say I am often guilty of the same charge. But look at me .. I am in my 3rd paragraph and I am still apologetic. Don't do it like me :)

I personally like monsoon a lot, and I miss it. I miss the warm torrential rain that is typical of the sub-continent. Here rain is cold most times. But you know I even like a cold rain. My friend @abh12345 will laugh at me, but one of my favorite walk in rain has been a walk fairly late at night through the Mayfair area in central London during a cold rain in November..... Oh I love the wet streets of London.

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The picture above is from a different trip, when the streets were not wet, but same time .... near midnight... and similar location that I was thinking about. I couldn't find a wet street picture ;) Likely never look one...

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Getting back to your story about the monsoon, some of it may be difficult to grasp for a wider audience, but I think you have an opportunity here to bring the audience with you for the journey. I had no idea what you described here in the story still happens in the subcontinent, it certainly did during my time (many moons back). Only thing we didn't have them in Chinese made mobile phone... but everything else is just about identical.

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I'm too guilty of the same crime Dada. We are comrades in the exact same revolution. LOL XDXD. But it took me this long to reply cause I have prepared something for you. I hope you like it.

P.S. I had a shitty phone back then. So you have to forgive me for the pics being so dull.

Oh I love the wet streets of London.

I had always fantasized about roaming in London after zero dark thirty. Sherlock did that to me. You visited London, the melting pot of civilization Dada I hope you didn't miss going to 221B Baker Street, the museum of Sherlock. I know its a made-up set-piece, but still, to be able to see some of the memorabilia and original first issue books are part my "Wet dream" LOL. Pardon my language.

Now, what I love about the monsoon of Bangladesh is its unpredictable nature and the exciting events it pushes you in. A real story should be able to explain more what I am talking about.

So, this was around mid-June 2019, in my semester break. I was getting mindlessly bored. One day I couldn't just take the boredom anymore. So, along with two of my friends, we decided to sum up any money we can and travel to "Ganga" river. To eat the freshest Hilsha fry Ganga/Padma had to offer.

So we got on a bus and was supposed to be there within 4 hours. But in midway, somewhere around Bikrampur, the bus engine broke down. The sky even then was as bright as Spring noon. And the bus, as said by the driver, was supposed to take a couple of hours to fix. So instead of catching another one, we three decided to venture out. A 15 mins walk took us to a nearby village. Within that period, the sky became as dark as night.

So we took shelter in this tiny teashop, which an old lady was tending to. And the clouds started pouring down like crazy.

I had to look through so many videos on my laptop to find this. This is a special delivery for you Dada :)

It rained for a couple of hours, and we were stuck in that same shop for the duration. We were getting hungry, and the old women noticed this. She asked us our purpose there, and when we told her we were students, visiting, we got the best treatment possible. Her husband was a fisherman coincidentally, and they Had Hilsha in their stock. So she courageously offered our greedy bunch free lunch.

We were close to a place named "Arial Bill," which is very lovely to roam around on boats. So after lunch, we decided to go there instead of Padma.

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We hired her husband's fishing boat, and cleverly paid him the full amount along with what they had spent for lunch. If she had found out we paid it back, she would've never let us go.

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And that's why I love rain, Dada. It made me meet these amazing, kind, down to earth people. I have some other similar tales in my "diary," too, but they'll be for some other day. Hope you don't mind this comment being so long :)

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No problem with long comment... but with this amount of effort, you could have written this as a post.

First, London ... I visit quite often... at least I used to.. before the Covid-19 lockdown. We have an office there, which is getting smaller by the day. I will be surprised if it survives this year :(

I have been to the 221B Baker St. Same reason as you described. Same reason I roam the streets of London in the middle of the night. People think I am crazy, which I probably am, but I don't mind. 221B Baker St is cheesy; I visited it once only and it was expensive and crowded. But I still liked it somewhat. But really the streets itself and the local pubs are far more interesting. I like old fashioned British Pubs. If you have a thing about London and you like crime thrillers (whodunit), you got to read The Cuckoo's Calling

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cuckoo%27s_Calling

Secondly, your trip. Yes fascinating. But perhaps you could expand it into a post that will be even better. Very nicely done. I used to do a lot of impromptu trips like those and still enjoy them. More later...

Again well done!

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Yeah I couldve but I tried to make it kinda special for you dada.. It would'nt be otherwise now would it!:) But if you say so I'll turn it into a full piece. I have so many pics from that trip. It will be easy peasy..

which I probably am

A little good crazy never hurt anybody.. That agility is what makes you our DADA. XD. So 221 b is not what i thought of it till now is it! There goes one from my bucket list.

Rowling wrote a crime fiction! How come i never heard about it!! Oh well better late than never.. I love crime thrillers dada. Hercule poirot is the second best detective ever. I was kinda sleepy as its almost 5 in the morning here but all awake now. Is it related to potter universe somehow? That would be something else..

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Ready for surprise on that one.... Cormoran Strike will pleasantly surprise you... I promise you that....And streets of London will be the added bonus for you.

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Danggumit!! Now im completely awake. --__-- Whats a cormormon strike btw!

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That's the name of the most unusual detective in modern times..... that is all that I am saying :)

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Nicely done dada.. --__-- You know how to hook a fish pretty good. Oh well! I was thinking of resetting my sleep cycle. This would be fun and puroposeful now.

It took me two full minutes to realize who robert galbraith was.lol

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Nice! Go for it! It’s starts a little slow but picks up pace really quick. It’s quite unputdownable :)

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Ouch ur down votes really hurt 🤣🤣 this site is a joke🤣🤣

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