Dream sings…reality listens


La Rochelle, Allons En France 2010

This world is not strong enough to bind our dreams… as well see them come true. So many things change our lives whether good and bad but always it gives something for sure….

There’s a difference between movie and life… we know when the story starts and somehow it’s gonna reach to the end… this is uncertain in life… we discover it late that life has already started and never know when it reaches to the end….

I know my blogger friends were waiting for long to see the end of the story that I was carrying with me…

Yes!! I won the competition “Allons En France 2010” from Bangladesh!!! I was awarded a 10 days trip to France where I met 170 mates from 90 different countries… Standing with the whole world….

July 7th to July 17th, not a dream cause my eyes were hardly closed or It was like an illusion from where a person forgets to neither look back nor front.

Think, Being friend with unfamiliar streets but not sensing they are not yours, seeing so many unknown smiling faces looking at you & discovering yourself smiling as well, swallowing anonymous foods with a funny face and saying “It’s nice”, finding so strange when you see the golden evening sky after 9:00PM, being in hundred people wearing same t-shirt and screaming in one voice, sharing your deepest secret with the person you didn’t know before 5 minutes, Calling people by their names you hardly can pronounce, talking with your own by standing in front of Eiffel tower that you only saw in pictures or movies or finding so hard to say Good bye to the friends who were your family for last 10 days that gave you touch of thousand years….

But those flying clouds painted on the blue sky seemed very familiar to me; they gazed me like they followed from my native hanging window. I heard the wind blow also whispers over there, as they do always on my way back to home; I saw the sleeping child and the beloved glance of his mother at the metro, even I saw little girl to collect cute snails on the seashore of La Rochelle, I saw the wondering hope in their eyes, search for peace in their silence and moment of happiness…. All the same like us….

It’s quite obvious that I’m supposed to share my enlightening experience of those French days… but may be it’s not worth to recall the moments and paint them the same, but to take the grain and saw one more seed to grow…

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A window to look back…


“Yesterday… all my troubles seemed so far away… now it looks as though they’re here to stay…ohh I believe in Yesterday…♪…mmm…” The legendary song form the English rock band The Beatles… Yesterday…. Such a wonderful and touchy part of life that always walks with us… it’s something where we never can get back but somewhere we always want to belong… or its a smile that you put yourself by tasting those memories and feeling like stupid when people laugh out that you are smiling without any reason… Yesterday… 1991… Dhaka…Bangladesh Not a very busy place but busy… Roads are very open… You can find enough green wherever you look… You can breathe in by blowing your heart till it gets filled…. You can hear the sweet song of the birds if you come out for a morning walk… One thing that you might never see again that is the “Baby-Taxi” with yellow and black combined which was the only standard vehicle for little long distance journey within Dhaka…

Alliance Française Road 1991

Alliance Française Road 2010

Alliance Francaise Road 2010

What about Alliance Française?? It seemed more like a Myth when I was checking out the pictures of those golden times…. She was beautiful as a term of olden splendor. She had everything in that time like we have today, a glowing Admission Office, A pleasant library, a café full of life, and the jam-packed classes with the latest technology of that time… but that was the Yesterday where everything is so touchy… Since Alliance is in this country from 1959, I’m just starting to look back from time of my birth….

Alliance Francaise Front 1991

Alliance Francaise Front 1991

Alliance Francaise Front 2010 19 years… so many things got changed, updated or may be forgotten… & most important this the time of my belongingness in this earth so far… 19 Years!! I’m Really Thankful to Mr. Faizul Kabir Sir who managed me these Golden time photographs in just an asking. Mr. Zia Hyder Sir who explained me the history and all the photographs very delightfully that drived me in 1991… according to his words I’m just walking through here… I’m just standing on 2010 and looking back to 1991…with these precious photographs… through the smoky time… Photographs section#1 The Reception

Alliance Française Reciption 1991

The admission office was in 2nd floor, Yes!! It was one of the modern receptions of that time. Even then, they used to put all the arts on interior. The big worldmap in backside, historical photographs, colorful books… That place is now the Classical Guitar Class… But I really feel crazy to see the metal window, that gives the real taste of oldies… and I feel wonder to know, in 1991 that place was as busy as today… Now I really feel lucky that whenever I want I can go and take a look… now the admission office is in ground floor straight ahead to the main gate…the place shines with golden illumination, Colorful Catalogs, Different books and the traditional Photography’s. Now the place is much bigger, two PC is there, colorful file folders. But still the touch of oldies. Photographs Section#2 The Café (La Viranda) and Parties

Alliance Française Cafe 1991

Alliance Française Cafe 2010

Alliance Française cafe 1991 (Front)

Alliance Française cafe 2010 (Front)

jazz night 1991

Disco night 2010

This is the place of folklore we often think but can’t draw exactly. The old steel chairs, a café desk made of wood and bamboo, metal cashbox, Millat ceiling fans (Millat was the only one Brand of ceiling fan of that time) and old lightings… even in that time, the magazines and current posters were there… The early 90’s jazz night, Every Thursday night there was Jazz night in Alliance Française, Even the drinks were also made with tradition of Jazz music… Yes!! in 1991, Jazz night with mono speaker, keyboard, guitar, candles, friends and so many things you may mix yourself as you are in folklore. By keeping the tradition of jazz, today we meet 5 photographs of jazz music legends just after entering the café. Now this place is somewhere light and darkness plays hide and seek. You’ll never know when your heart got colorful after entering the café we have today. We have everything new now, new view, new arts, new chairs, new tables, new food items, new architectures. Since we don’t have the jazz night now, but we have the Disco nights. Full of excitements, best sound systems with a great Dj Mr. Faizul Kabir. Everything is new!! Fulfilled!! If something is old, that is Mr. Francis Biswas, who’s the café in charge from uncounted years…really I don’t know… Photographs Section#3 The Library

Library 1991

Library 2010

Librarian 1991, Shirin roja

Librarian 2010, Zia Hyder Khan

Library 1991

Library 2010

Now days, Library is the most stunning place of Alliance Française as I’ve dedicated a solo post on library. Although in 1991, it was one of the best libraries in Dhaka. Even that time, the collection was huge with famous French Books, English books, magazines, video tapes and audio tapes. Even the historical photographs weren’t missing. The wooden bookshelves, long arrangements, pale wall paints, and the old charger light on the desk, gives a real flavor of prehistoric times… wow…how the time was… The lady in the picture of 1991 is Miss. Shirin roja, who was the librarian of that time. Finding this name was so tough today. Do you know who found this name for me?? Mr. Zia Haider Khan, the current librarian of Alliance Française. Even he is working here from 1997 and he was a French student of 1991. Today’s library is the multimedia library; even everything is customized to keep the flavor of the art and conformability. Even the sitting arrangements for the readers are kept in old flavor with new style. That time there was tree tubs around the chairs to feel in a naturalistic theme, now we don’t have that inside. But we sit in a table from where the total garden and lawn view is clear, where the sunshine falls on the page and talks with the alphabets of our book. This is a place ever old like gold and new like glitters. Photographs Section#4 The Gallery

Gallery 1991

zoom gallery 2010

La Gallerie 2010

Most often I make mistake to write ‘Gallery’ as I’m quite habituated with ‘Gallarie’ now days. In 1991, Gallery would rather mean a lot in Dhaka, if cultural institute had its own. I don’t know exact where the gallery was in that time, but it was a place of real social art promotion that I know. In that time, maybe we had only the zoom gallery, though we have today. But today we also got a large gallery with the best lightings I’ve ever seen. This is the place where people loose themselves in silence and depth. Even in the photo of 1991, you can see the best lighting outputs of that time… Photographs Section#5 The Auditorium and movie festivals

Auditorium 1991

auditorium 2010 Yes in that time there was an own auditorium of AFD and movie fastivals were also there. Most exiting even that time, the chairs of the auditorum were customized as they can be moved anytime they needed. Now we got a colorful and latest cutomized auditorium where evey Friday evening students comes to enjoy french movies. I’m really unlucky that I couldn’t magange my time to enjoy a movie there till now for my stupid life schedule. But hope to join there soon. Photographs Section#6 Technologies

CESTI, Ms. Myriam 1991

Assistant Director of Pedagogical, Faizul Kabir 2010 (this picture only realtes the office beauty not the work..lol)

This is really something I’m feeling great to share, in 1991; they had CESTI, Ms. Myriam. Who had a DOS mode computer as we can see on the photograph. Now days, uncounted latest computers are there. But in that time a computer meant a lot here. Now we don’t have CESTI. But at least we have the memories of Ms. Myriam. Today we have TV, VCD; even our teachers enter class with their own laptop where all the lessons are prepared. But that time, they used Video tapes and audio tapes for lessons. But the TV was there. Most exciting thing is I found 1 machine in some pictures I’ve never seen. Later on Mr. Zia said, that is Magnetophone (Barthe Edu). That was the player by which they played the audio and video lesions. Most shocking those things appeared from France in that time. Even we have the same thing today in our class but it’s the 2010 edition. Photographs Section#7 Classes

Alliance Française Class room 1991

Theater Class 1991

Violin Class 2010

latin Dance Class 2010

Often people think Alliance Française is place where they can learn French language. They are right but not exactly. Cause if somewhere, we can get the full lunch with a great number of dishes, we can’t think of only the rice. From that time Alliance teaches different types of creative and cultural courses they offer today. Beside French there were theater class, drawing Class, Photography class and may be more I couldn’t know. Now we got several new courses by the grace of time like Latin Dance, western Classical guitar, Violin, Interior.

photography Class 1991, Mr. Mujubur Rhman

photography Class 1991, Mr. Mujubur Rhman

photography Class 2010, Mr. Mujubur Rhman

photography Class 2010, Mr. Mujubur Rhman How will you feel if you left someone 23 years ago in a class room, after travelling the whole world, doing so many things, when you got back, saw the person still standing there with a smile and teaching your children. How you should feel??? Yes!! The person in this picture of 1991 is Mr. Mujibur rahman who’s teaching photography. And in the Picture of 2010, this is same person sitting over there. Teaching Photography… Generation to Generation… since 1987… People may fall in love with Paris or London or New York… they can call these places by their own given name… so who doesn’t allow me to fall in love with this place and call her “May Queen”… she got history, she got beauty, she got wisdom, Knowledge, loyalty, festivity and so many generous and kind children… Time Changes so many things… Everything is not changed here, cause it’s not possible here. Still when you’ll walk through this place you’ll surely feel the footsteps of your Grandpa beside… walking with you… whispering the tales… This is the belief of here… where dream and life walks together…. Even I feel sometime, the dust I’m carrying on my shoes, It can be some filth of those dust laid on the floor of 1991, who knows? Who cares? I care… I care to think like that… & I feel fantasized to think like that… Alliance Française…May Queen….

Opium by YSL, smell of another life…


The son of an insurance company manager, Yves Henri Donat Mathieu Saint Laurent left home at the age of 17 to work for the French designer Christian Dior… 

After winning first prize in the International Wool Secretariat contest for his cocktail dress design in 1954, Yves Saint Laurent landed the job of Haute Couture designer when Dior died in 1957. In 1960, he was conscripted into the French Army… 

 

yves saint laurent

In 1962, in the wake of his nervous breakdown, Saint Laurent was released from Dior and started his own label, YSL, financed by his companion, Pierre Bergé. The Rive Gauche boutiques for women were established in 1966, and men’s wear followed in the 1970s… 

When I was reading his History, it seemed like a fairy tales to me… Can you tell me, why there’s a great story behind every great thing??? 

Don’t know why this happens with me… is it my passions about French or truly French stuffs are so artistic… Every time I go though their ways, I feel like somehow I’ve been there…  

Actually, perfumes have seemed to play a secondary role for Yves Saint Laurent. Perfumes have long been the label’s chief sales engine. Yves Saint Laurent Perfumes, under the direction of Sanofi’s CEO Raymond Ortal, produces and markets perfumes, cosmetics, and personal care products under the Saint Laurent name… WOW…. 

Yves Saint Laurent’s Opium and Rive Gauche have long been leaders in the women’s perfumes market; while Jazz, and, in the mid-1990s, Opium pour Homme, have helped the company capture a share of the men’s perfume market as well. The company also produces its own line of lipsticks, eye shadows, and other makeup products, as well as a line of personal care products, such as lotions and cremes. Whereas production and distribution of perfumes and beauty products are the responsibility of Sanofi, Yves Saint Laurent continues to guide the creative development of products bearing his name. The group’s newest perfume and cosmetics line, In Love Again, expected to be launched as a limited edition in 1998. 

Yves Saint Laurent & Pierre Bergé

 

He launched its first women’s perfume, Y in 1964. In 1971, the design house unveiled its Rive Gauche perfume; that same year, Jean Loup Sieff photographed Yves in the nude for the advertising campaign of his first men’s cologne Pour Hommes. 1977 saw the launch of the very popular Opium perfume. Other YSL fragrance offerings include Baby Doll and Cinema perfumes and Young, Sexy Lovely or YSL, a play on the designer’s initials. 

When Opium hit the market in 1977, women bought it by the gallon. Lolz… 

Opium was so much more than a fragrance. It became an identity. Just as Chanel No. 5 showed its wearer as someone elegant and timeless, the woman who wore Opium signaled that her life was rife with exoticism and secrets, even if she lived in a split level in the suburbs. The Yves Saint Laurent marketing machine fueled this image with print advertisements of mostly naked women surrounded by crimson and shadows. 

 

Maybe the rush toward Opium was a reaction to stagflation and fuel rationing. Maybe it was a response to all the colonial hoo-ha surrounding the Bicentennial. Or maybe it was simply clever marketing. Although Opium stood out among the mid-1970s perfume launches — for instance, the fresh chypre Molyneux Quartz came out the same year, Dana Tabu and Estée Lauder Youth Dew covered the same ground decades before. For whatever reason, Opium was the right fragrance at the right time, and it became a cultural marker… how surprising… 

The Legendary Opium

Even it’s told that “It is forever linked to another life”

Edmond Roudnitska, A French Creator of fragrance


Edmond Roudnitska was more than just a creator of fragrance. He also devoted much of his time to understanding the true sense of the words “to create” and “Creation”.

 Edmond Roudnitska (1905-1996) was a French master perfumer and author. He is known for creating some of the most famous perfumes in the world, such as Dior Eau Sauvage, Diorissimo, and Rochas Femme. Many of his creations are still in production today…

Edmond Roudnitska

 Once Again Coming to Grasse, Edmond Roudnitska was born in Nice as we know that’s very near to Grasse, the fragrance capital of the world. Roudnitska actually entered the fragrance industry lacking education in the vocation that his was later to dicover. With no background in perfume, he learned everything from scratch but was soon promoted to take charge of the physico-chemical control of a fragrance company. Wow… Have you ever think??? Yes, Passion can make everything possible…: D

 A year later, Roudnitska was sent to the Paris to take over from a top perfumer of the company where he was essentially self-taught. A fantastic career followed thanks to all his work and efforts as well as his creative genius. His entire life was a constant creation…

 Through the course of his life, Roudnitska met many influential people from the world of fashion, art and science. Among the most prominent were Marcel Rochas, Christian Dior and Emile Hermès for whom he created his best known fragrances which are still on sale on the international market today…

 In 1946 he founded “Art et Parfum”, a private creative laboratory for perfumery first based in Courbevoie (near Paris) then located in Cabris near Grasse, also his home, where he lived until his death in 1996.

 Perfume Shrine embarked on a mission: to direct and discuss one of the bastions of chypre: la maison Dior in its former glory, when under the baguette of Edmond Roudnitska and Paul Vacher it produced classics that remain up there in the pantheon for all of us to worship.

Rochas Femme

 For him it is not the sense of smell or the materials that are important, but rather the spirit which, playing with forms, will coax the latter with the aid of the former. This point of view had been forgotten for decades when perfumes came out with the eye more on the commercial than the artistic, only to be revived when certain niche companies came into the fore dynamically. Roudnitska bases his axiom in the comparison to other art forms.

 “A beautiful perfume is the one which gives us a shock: a sensory one followed by a psychological one. A beautiful perfume is one with happy proportions and an original form”. He often used to say that.

Dior Eau Sauvage

 He thought, perfume composition should be unique, much like a musical piece, and protected against “plagiarism”. To this he was adamant.

 But it was his meeting with Serge Heftler-Louiche, director of parfums Christian Dior that cemented his style and directed him into a lucrative business and artistic collaboration that lasted for decades and it is interesting to juxtapose the chypres he produced for them with Femme. Christian Dior opened shop in 1945 under the insistence of the businessman Marcel Boussac. A new perspective to fashion was brought with his New Look, which took women back to the era of crinolines, in a way, counter-revolutionising what Cadolle and Chanel had accomplished through the use of pliable materials that helped women become the men in their lives in all areas besides the boudoir.

Diorissimo

 As I said before, The year was 1947 and Dior came out with his first scent, Miss Dior, as homage to his sister. Credited to Paul Vacher, based on a formula suggested by Jean Carles and reorchastrated by Roudnitska in 1992 in extrait de parfum, it is nothing short of a classic and the introduction of a big trend in the coming years: the floral chypre; but with an animalic twist down the line, of which more later on.

But it was in 1949 that Diorama, a fruity chypre, was created by Roudnitska. With it he found a balance between complexity and clear vision that captures several olfactory nuances: spicy, floral, fruity, animalic and all enrobed in a sensual feminine dress.

 Roudnitska’s most successful –commercially certainly! – scent entered the scene in 1966: Eau Sauvage. A chyprish citrus for men with the daring floral note of jasmine through the use of hedione. In this Roudnitska culminated his aesthetic odyssey of the sparseness of composition with an artistic merit that defies criticism. Diorella (1972), with its foot in the fruity tradition of Diorama, was the feminine chypre counterpart to Eau Sauvage, enigmatically relying on very few materials to give a very fresh, very young fragrance and which Roudnitska himself considered one of the best in his career. Dior Dior, a woody floral, issued in 1976, never took off commercially and was destined to be discontinued till now.

 

Aroma, takes me to France…


Feeling happy to see my home and I was walking little fast to reach quickly, cause I was so tired after moving the whole day. Noticed the smile of the watchman and entered the elevator.

WOW… again!!!

A sweet and charming fragrance seized my tiredness & threw somewhere. It’s a lady who left the elevator about 3-4 minutes ago but still her aroma was whispering her tales. Every time I smell it and try to draw that lady till I reach to 5th floor, my home. May be someday I’ll be successful in this sweet mysterious mission….

Fragrance… wraps us with prudence that pierces through our nose and flows direct to our heart. Without any falter our eyes get closed, heart get blown and takes somewhere in heaven. This, not only gives us the sagacity of imagination but also the traditions and customs of our ancient fathers…

Even when we just hear the word Perfume, What first comes to our mind??

Floral, musky, delicate, bold, spicy, sweet, feminine, masculine are all words used to describe something very abstract, a scent.

To smell clean is to be clean… And we smell……

Smell is a window of our heart. Mothers and their babies bond through smell. Smell triggers memories buried long in our unconscious, as our sense of smell is linked directly to the limbic system, the oldest part of the brain, which is the seat of emotion and memory.

Alliance Française, she consigned me a sip of honey of French culture that I became wild to drink the whole bottle. We know, French are rich in each and every type of arty things. Apart of everything, Perfume is incomparable creation by the French, & it made me bound to go though those fragrance-ways they walked 300 years ago. When I started to learn about their perfume customs, it opened my senses.

History books said me it is the Egyptians who invented perfume as a way to anoint and embalm their dead. According to Wikipedia I got, the first perfumes were incense, which explains the actual origins of the word “perfume”. It comes from the Latin words, “per” and “fumus”, which mean “through” and “smoke”. So it was through the burning of resins and woods that these fragrances were achieved. And they were used for religious ceremonies.

I heard, it was in the 18th century that France was introduced with the smell of the perfume and later on perfume industry grown enormously. Now it has completely taken over the perfume industry. And you know what?

“Today French perfume is considered as the best and it is mostly used by upper strata of the society due to its expensive price.”

With the change in perfume industry in the technique, materials and style of perfume formulation, French perfume are now can be availed by the middle income group. Before that, it was considered as a product possessed by only the elite section of the society. Due to the development of new fragrances, perfume has undergone profound changes which helped to bring out the finest quality oil based French perfumes.  And, it made me happy cause at least I could buy one if  I can go to France someday.  Lolzz…

After browsing so many websites, I got Paris is a home for many worlds’ best selling perfumes. And the classic perfumes made by Channel, Yves Saint Laurent and Lagerfeld or Avant Gard perfumes of Jean Paul Gautier and French connection, after getting these names I just started explore their precious life stories along with their manifest creations. First of all its said that “the best French perfumes could be said to be that of “Chanel No. 5” by Coco Chanel and “Joy” by Jean Pateau”.

it was only a start of my journey…

A Glitter that is Real GOLD!!


Life was replying very slowly though I was feeling to be an inventor of nature and bustling through a big field where no marked way was…I dropped my BBA classes after reaching the 6th semester with a realization that my soul was never made to be a business learner… I was so afraid to close my eyes and draw the dream to be a fashion designer… that flame was burning in my soul, for that unfinished goal, to reach my destiny… but I was feeling like trapped in a four walled darkroom as if I had any old-liabilities with the sunshine…

May Queen, I met her with a thrust of wisdom in mind and a drawn picture of stairway to Paris, to touch my dream… to be a fashion student in such a place like Paris which itself an art… But I never knew that Alliance will open me so many windows to see the same sight in so many facets…

Yes, Alliance Française, my May Queen, gave me a disclosure in the first day I met her… still love that experience… when I was crossing the out-world through her door and looking to the sky, I saw the light was one step behind to melt in the dark when the birds were getting back to their home… while walking, suddenly looked left as my eyes were caught by so many rich-blended colors… Stopped for a while… got a little bit closer… saw so many vectors, faces, insignias and different sizes of art-words… got it now!! It was the notice board where so many advertisements and notices were pined and most of them were in French. My first feeling was WOW and second feeling was Never seen a confusing notice board like this.

It was looking like a craft that I went closer then got it!!

The previous line was the feeling of that time, but it was actually an art, because she gifted her children such belief to make things look like this.

& I started to glance around, there’s a garden right opposite of the board, I turned around and went to meet those flowers, they were still glowing in the dawn light, the greatest time to perceive beauty, the green leaves were about to sleep with a cover of darkness and those unknown flowers were smiling at me, somehow I felt they were saying me Welcome, I took their greetings and trying to reach the admission office, turned my head saw it was shining with golden illumination… really nice… took a walk and entered, there were so many books and the total room was so vivid with so many catalog paper of different courses… suddenly I saw the office personals were talking with each other in French, I was really enjoying listening them like any beatles number though I don’t know what were they saying…lolz…

Yah!! Someday I’m gonna speak like them… though someone was already there I was enjoying my time to look around of that room, with the bless of my waiting time got introduced with Mr. Shujit, I don’t know how? But he was talking to me like a family member or as if he knows me from so many days, it was my first experience in there which turned my thinking into a believe that Alliance is a fantasy, I took my admission and said to Mr. Shujit “Let me start my French class, everyday I’m gonna come to you for practice.. He said me bienvenue with a enthusiastic smile, I looked at him with a very confused face, then he laughed out and said “now it’s yours, French, it means Welcome” With those words i was really feeling Alliance covered me with her warm and soft fairy-wings… Eternal

Coming back from the admission office, her café bounded me to notice and enter there. So I took a right and stared up simple 3 steps and was about to enter, my eyes contacted with a guy who was clearing the floor, when he smiled at looking to my eyes, suddenly I felt a smooth flow of calm water inside my heart … his eyes were twinkling at me as he cleaned all the germs. Yah!! First time in my life I saw a cleaner to smile with a high-regarded delight… & it was a true happiness with a dedicated sea of respect. Got a little bit of understanding from that 3 second incident… This life is something that we persuade… we carry out to forward… so whatever we are or whoever… the peace is always with us, just we need to knock it out… entered the café with that sudden feeling and trying to find one answer…

Is that because he belongs to Alliance ??

I just pushed the door of café and the strange thing is, it was an ocean of colorful illumination where the lights and darkness were playing hide and seek. When I entered, I felt I’m a traveler of both time and space. My legs were walking such a way as I don’t have any control over it. And my eye-balls were moving so quickly to cover all the beauties as far as possible. There were so many photographs on the wall and they were so alive that I was feeling that I’m exploring the whole world in those valuable minutes. The pillars were painted with a thematic drawing of small fishes and horses. Those artistic chairs, round glass tables, even the left red shaded white cups on that table; it was something like HOW MUCH YOU TRY MY FRIEND, YOU CAN’T FIND ANYTING THERE THAT DOEST CONTAIN AN ART.

Even the persons who were sitting there, colors were also soothing through there eyes, faces. I took a coffee and while looking at them, my eyes went to a mirror where I found my face. You know what, I found those colors were reflecting through my eyes, face. Yes, I didn’t know when she put those unknown colors in my black and white soul. Feeling on that time was, someone is taking my everything without informing me, refining it and again putting it on it’s place.

I sat very calmly and stated to glance. Suddenly my eyes went to a door… outside of the door, it was bright light and yah, its day over there… but how is it possible?? Cause when I came, it was evening, I took my cell phone and saw the time, yah it’s 6:52 pm, How is it possible?? Just left the coffee there and went to discover very eagerly… just before 4-5 second of entering the door I realized Alliance made me fool again… it was the exhibition hall full of eminence … WHAT SHOULD I FEEL NOW??

Bothered??- That I didn’t finish seeing the café properly??

Surprised??- That the exhibition hall is so much live??

Deceived??- That she made me fool again???

By mixing all the feelings I was WONDERED that always I like to be… there was an exhibition was going on of oil paintings. I was alone there. I couldn’t hold myself to explore the artworks…they were so much……. What??? All the arts were started to pierce through all of my sense organs, I don’t know… may be I was hypnotized, I was hearing some footstep sounds, the melody was changing its dimension as I am waling one to another, sometime it was sounding like water bubbles, sometime night-waves and sometime falling leaves. It was the fantasy of those paintings operating my unconscious senses.

And I didn’t feel strange any more, by than I got her language… that’s the way she articulate,

“Wondering and wonderings, what place to rest the search?

The mighty jargon of heart, Hold the heavens from the earth”

And that was the tale of 1st meet of me & my may Queen!