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                                                               21st December 2019

                                                                         Winter

This effort is for a special friend of mine on PostPoems. If I mention the name others may feel jealous so I'll not be mentioning the name.However, after this post is maybe a decade old & the seams are rotten I'll let you know.I'd like to mention one of my feelings about my long association with PostPoems. Logging into PostPoems lifts me out of the mundane into a beautiful world of words.Time flies by just like when I had spent time with my teenage girlfriend 50 years ago.Yes that's the exact feeling.  Crazy sweet nothings qwertied to face the critical world.Before I start scribbling nonsense let me wish all my friends on PostPoems a Merry Christmas & a Super New Year 2020. Please do put in a tiny thought for me while saying "Grace" before tucking into your Christmas dinner. 

I was watching some Sir Charlie Chaplin clips on the internet specially those focussing on the utter poverty yet totally optimistic "jester" Maybe "Modern Times" is running in real time parallel to George Orwells 1984.Local newspapers in Kolkata are putting in advertisements for its readers some of which are on the lines below .....

- Mega XMas Bash from 24th Dec including dinner and tipples @ 1499/-

- Midnight Sale at Wonder Fairy Mall 20% off on all items

- Brunch at Glorias 8 a.m. to 12 noon only 999/- per head

- Best Cakes at 1000/-

- Price reduced by 80000/- Sedan 1200cc cars

- Deluxe Apartments for sale 2.2 crores

Lovely to read and dream.The Common Kolkattan strolls along lazily with a flimsy wraparound gazing at the glittering signboards shivering in the night air. CK stops at a roadside shack and savours a serving of steaming tea served in an earthen cup with a  cookie.It's only 8.30 p.m. The night is still young. Sleek cars zoom past witout even a glance at the CK. The passengers are busy with their expensive smartphones. CK wraps his cotton shawl a mite closer and lights up a "beedi" trying to steal some warmth from the acrid smoke. The "have" Kolkattans are sipping double scotches with spicy tid-bits & grooving to live music. The "have-not" CK trundles homewards.He has to open his shop close by which caters hot tea to truck drivers passing through the highway at night. During the day he parks a pushcart beside the gate of a school selling "phuchkas" and "ghugni" which his wife prepares at home. CK sleeps for only two hours in the wee hours dreaming of being a "have" someday.