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Pritam Banikk

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For winners: there’s the world

Like a cigarette- it's killing me everyday; the one sided attraction. Like a memory- it's haunting me everyday; the first love affair. Like a tree- it's growing everyday; the longing for her. Love's a game, don't fall for it. For... Continue Reading →

Questions worth realising

Do you ever notice that when you miss her, your hand crawls up to your cell phone and searches for her profile- automatically? Do you ever notice that when you're with your friends who aren't single, you wish you were... Continue Reading →

If in life we ever meet…

If in life we ever meet, And the chemistry ever react to a spark, And the sky ever changes to a beautiful paradise, We will make that love happen again...

The curious night.

It's been a twelve-hour long journey from Kolkata to Siliguri, and now that I've reached my hometown a night before my high school's 50-year golden jubilee celebration, I can no longer hold the excitement of entering the school campus after... Continue Reading →

I speak ill for my country.

Remember that day when we used to get tidy up in the morning and attend the Republic day ceremony in our schools? Today is the same, 26th of January, and maybe things are not the same anymore. I still feel... Continue Reading →

The Book Of Life

To the best I can recall, in those days, ‘he’ often referred to THE BOOK OF LIFE. And unlike the smart kids of this era, I was a little different, with my tiny brain and a very little strength to... Continue Reading →

Best of a thought…

What if I’d climb up the highest place on earth to say I love You? What if I’d swim the impossible and prove the best of my dedication loves the best of your smile. What if I’d travel all the... Continue Reading →

Difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul-I want to learn.

The world is based on different perspectives. Not that I'm always right or is always wrong. But I think, I always have a different attitude. People tend to commit themselves, or they say they have found the perfect match, the... Continue Reading →

Why I chose to write?

Three years down the lane, I hated writing. But then one day, someone from the other side of the world told me story. A story where two stories meet. And the he asked me if I liked his three stories.... Continue Reading →

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