Barapani Diary 

My job as an air traffic controller needs me to be posted at small and very small practically non-existent airports for a certain duration of time. In year 2011, one such posting led me to Barapani, an airport around forty kilometres away from Shillong. An entirely different world where from around thousand arrival departures at Delhi airport there was a lone flight to control, that too the flight played truant and missed our airport many days! In the place where my toddler grew up amidst nature, I read, wrote, introspected, reflected, and missed my husband at times!

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The Rain 

It rains here
Every day, every night.
And one night
With the stroke of wind
I went back
To.. those rain less nights
In the scorching July heat
When we drenched in rain
Over those roof tops
Which never were…
And could you hear
Gulzar R.D. humming behind
While we crafted our love scenes.

Here it rains
Every day and every night,
I lay dry
No dream to weave
No rain to drench
Gulzar R.D. echoes once in a while
Once when I watch the rains
And drift to rain less nights
Where it rained in roof top
While we crafted those love scenes
And set the stage…for more love

Soma Bhattacharjee