“Hello, 2441139, Can you hear me, Bela Bose?” Anjan Dutta sang this song a decade back. And yet, to some people like me, it still rings a bell deep inside. Although the original song is quite pacy, Mr. Dutta performed an acoustic version sometime back, with his son, Neel, which really melts the heart. This song has a special memory of my childhood. As a child, we always look at things at a different perspective. We seldom realise the intensity of the moment. “2441139” was a fun song for me and my cousins in Coochbehar. We play the song until the last part, where Anjan Dutt repeated sings “Hello, 2441139; Hello, 2441139....” We would dial 2-4-4-1-1 (back those days, telephone number used to be of 5 digits). An old lady would pick up the phone and we would bring the receiver close to the speaker of the stereo and Anjan Dutt would do the rest. “Hello 2441139, Hello 2441139...” Then it was growing up and stages of infatuations, understanding love and finally, falling in love. Unless ...
What is life without moments that take our breath away? Moments that make us laugh, make us cry? Moments that make life worth living? Travel is to the soul what food is to the body. Imagine a walk to a waterfall that makes you forget your worries. An azure Sky that urges you to embark on a soul-searching trip. Placid seas, lush-green mountains. Imagine heaven on earth. This blog is an effort to cling to such moments and transform them into words. Distinctiveness. Words. Life. Travel.