Avijeet Das

Shy people are my favorites. The unmistakable glint of shyness in someone's eyes can mesmerize me for years!

Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

Your sensitivity, your tenderness, your eyes make me pick up my pen and write, Mrignayni!

Your eyes hide a tenderness that is more sensitive than all the red roses of the world.

In my days and in my nights, they talk to me, your eyes!

Your eyes make me pick up my pen and write.

Understanding the language of eyes now came as naturally to him as swimming in the ocean came to a fish and flying in the sky to a bird!

There is a madness in me that does not follow society.

It may take us years and years to find our true calling in our life. But one fine day, we eventually do find it!Till then make merry, laugh, fight, dance and enjoy the craziness...

As you write your novel, you gradually start thinking like some of your characters in it. And at times the writer may lose himself completely in some character.

When entering a library, I never forget to bow down!

At times you have to fight really hard to remember it. Fight within your mind__ dungeons and bring it out alive before it could have been killed and buried forever by the demons living deep down inside your mind__ dungeons.

What we are, we see the reflection in others.

I want to read you every night. I want to take you to bed with me : your words, your thoughts, your mind, your body and your soul.

When you look at the beautiful sunset, you feel as if you are falling in love. Maybe all over again.

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you.

It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.