November Rain

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The winds have changed. Warm blows, once coming from the Bay of Bengal, have lost its territory to the much colder breeze of Siberian descent. And in their fight, the innocent, naïve, and the blue stratosphere of this equatorial region is now grey and grumpy. Like a kid whose older sibling just took away his favorite lego sets, and now his endless pouts are running the mood of his mother.

For the past couple of months, It has been an intricate part of my daily routine to sit on this park bench until dawn. I am a night creature, and that is when I come alive. A packet full of smokes, sometimes a podcast, and most times, Guns and Roses keep me company. Just before the sunlight breaks, every day, a tiny bird family of four comes to visit me. At least the days I can't sleep and come here to find the truth of my reality.

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Their nest is right over there in the tiny yet tall Mahogany tree. On a rainy day, I had found the two little ones almost dying, asphyxiating in a puddle slightly more colossal than my feat. Didn't even learn to fly by then. Ever so gently, I took them in my hand and put back in the nest. From then till now, they never ever forgot who I was.

Insomnia is hitting me harder this time. For the past couple of months, I had her to talk with, you know, Aphrodite, or simply Diti in my words. In the beginning, I thought what we had in between us would be more like the relation a pet has with its owner rather than an actual friendship. I was the dog in this equation, jumping when she asks and sitting down when ordered. And the occasional treat of her sending the recordings of the songs I request to sing. I mean, I wasn't complaining. I am a penniless hobo in the city of love and care, and beggers can never be choosers, eh!

আঙুলের কোলে জ্বলে জোনাকি
জলে হারিয়েছি কান শোনা কি?
জানলায় গল্পেরা কথা মেঘ
যাও মেঘ চোখে রেখো এ আবেগ

But then something had happened. I slowly realized I have sunk my feet in a rather poetic quicksand. The late-night songs had done it, made me fall for her; Santiago had found his Fatima. But this Santiago was emotionally bankrupt and ugly as hell. And so, the insecurities came flooding back in like Anubis's army of the dead.

In all this, the mortal dilemma was I could not speak my mind aloud; what I felt was mine to keep for the rest of eternity. She had just been through a breakup, and asking her to be with me seemed like an injustice. Yeah, now you can tag me as a simp and all the other prefixes. I mean, I'm not a guy who believes in monogamy. I don't believe in soulmates and the fact that one of our ribs were snatched away to create a perfect partner for us. Nah! Fairytale bullshits are in Walter Disney's forte. I'm too ordinary for that. Still, a question remained, If I was to call myself the lamp holder of rationality, so why my heart feels blank when I hear her sing?

And then I told her. High as a kite, I was flying above cloud number nine, in the place where a man starts to compare himself to god, where he thinks he is immune from earthly problems is when I had asked her. As per my deduction, the arrow the cupid resting on my shoulder shot didn't even leave the bow.

Now I am sitting on the bench, and it is just before dawn, chilly all around, yet I can't think of anything else but her.

Subhe Sadiq. The first ray of light is called that in Arabic. And it just hit my eyes. The sun is coming out of the horizon, and with it, I can hear the tiny birds humming and chirping all around. Most times, the little ones would eat the bread crumbs I bring directly from my hand. The father then eats the rest while the mother keeps guard. I've tried, you know, to feed her using so many methods. But nothing ever worked. She never ate what I brought. Most of the time, she would calmly stroll over the cement railing and keep looking at me, and when the rest of the bunch finishes, they fly away.

This time, it was not like the usual drill. The kids and the father flew away, yet the mother didn't. I've never seen them behave so absurdly as if she is a fully conscious being as if she's trying to tell me something. Or the hyper working brain of mine is making shit up!

Ting-ting, my phone started to vibrate. Yeah, we are at the very end of the climax, and Chekov's gun needs to be fired. A voice clip from her. Perhaps a song! Maybe an apology, or a bit more cussing out me and my Aokad. But the mother bird disagreed. Just before she flew away, I swear I heard it. A gust passed right beside my ear, and I heard, Everything will be okay.



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So are you under the sushitol chaya of monogamy now? What happened to the cupids arrow? What was in the recording?

Don't just keep us in the suspense!

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Man these are questions even i dont have the answer to!! Well, ive never been a polygamous creature. Or atleast i try to make myself believe that. Even subconsciously, ive searched for that one true soulmate:vv. But the concept is like a modern day urban unicorn tyoe thingy! A myth nonetheless!

The issue with my cupid was, its target is allready bombarded with millions of others arrows. The scared little thing seeing such a vicious site, didn’t even try!:p

Now for the recording, whats life without a little suspense:p still, the answer which you seek, lies infront of you. You just have to search for it in another language🤣🤣. Damn im too filmsy😆😆. It was the same song in the post:pp

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Insert "QooBee Pout face"

Actually, I think I can do it.

But for what its worth, I hope your cupid finally decides to shoot an arrow and with more speed and ferocity that put all the arrows to shame.

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Was going to make a "thats what she said joke" but i realized, somehow my agapi is cuter than yours😁😁

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Haha, stealing my mascot, are you?
Well, he's damn cute, in almost all the moves, that's for sure! 😍

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Yeah man! I thought id never say this, but i think im in love!! With a gif! Can you even believe this! Im a viking, and its in my blood to take it by force:vvv

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Not cool man. You're going against everything Qoobee stands for! You're gonna make him sad! 😒

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You only love her when you let her go😅 ill go to war with you if you dont give qoobee to me! How about we share him! Eh??😉

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That doesn't sound too bad a deal. Qoobee is, after all, the incarnation of joy, sharing, and happiness!

Take a look at the glass he's wearing. Looks nice, doesn't it?
See? I'm sharing him with you!

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You know in modern times Chekhov’s gun wasn’t fired. At least that’s the general verdict.

Nice bokeh!

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By definition, if chekovs gun ever to be fired, the world might get destroyed in the process. We have introduced WMD in the 20th chapter, mass destruction must take place within the 21st chapter! Maybe thats why the gun hasnt been fired! Yet!

What i crave most is to learn dada. If possible id become cate blanchetes charecter in Indiana Jones 4..

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That monster book that you started reading has the answer to your question :)

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