Debesh P.

from code to prose, with a dash of tea. your resident storyteller, serving up words and wit | engineer | author | featured @GAMEIndia2 @EatMyNewsCo

[Dear Self. @Dearme2_]

Nevererrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

@geeksforgeeks Hi, I have received the order on 24th April.
Sorry for the inconvenience.

Thanks and Regards,
Debesh

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

@geeksforgeeks I recently received an email stating that my reward has been delivered. However, I would like to inform you that I have not received the reward yet. Additionally, I did not receive any delivery-related message or SMS from the delivery agent regarding this shipment.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

@geeksforgeeks

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

@geeksforgeeks I recently received an email stating that my reward has been delivered. However, I would like to inform you that I have not received the reward yet. Additionally, I did not receive any delivery-related message or SMS from the delivery agent regarding this shipment.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

@geeksforgeeks I have already reached out via email but haven’t received a response so far, which is why I’m raising this here for attention. Kindly look into this issue and provide an update at the earliest.

Tracking Details of Tnx ID : 239231 (for your reference)

Regards.

[Nithya Shri @Nithya_Shrii]

Is it okay to resign because of a toxic work environment even if you don’t have a backup yet?!

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

i don’t know what we were
before this life gave us skin, language, and distance.
but sometimes when you look at me,
i can almost hear it,
what you used to call me
before humans invented names.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

i don’t call it loneliness anymore.
i just say “i like being alone.”
it sounds stronger.
less pathetic.
more like a choice
and not the only option left.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

even if we don’t get an ending,
thank you
for being the only chapter
i’d willingly re-read
even if it still breaks me.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

i think you’re not real.
you feel too carefully written,
like someone’s favourite character
escaped from a forgotten novel.
maybe one day I’ll wake up
and find you’ve returned to your pages.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

but here,
in this fragile chapter,
we get to love
even if the author rips the page later.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

sometimes i think we’re not lovers,
we’re characters.
two people the universe shipped by mistake.

maybe in some other timeline
we’re rivals,
or strangers at a train station
who always board different departures.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

love me like it’s 1952.
write me letters instead of replies,
wait for my presence instead of my texts.

let’s fall in love slowly,
like film developing in a darkroom.

no filters.
no followers.
just us...
grainy, crackling, imperfect,
but real enough to frame.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

still…
when i read old stories,
i underline the word “forever”
like a child who refuses to grow up.

call me delusional,
but i’d rather die hopeful,
than live realistic.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

i wish love worked like novels,
where characters meet once
and destiny does the rest.

but this is the real world,
you can hold someone so tightly
and still watch them dissolve into strangers.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

today we have typing indicators,
but i swear it hurts the same
watching “typing…” and waiting
for proof you haven’t changed your mind.

love evolves.
yearning doesn’t.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

if we were born in the wrong century,
i’d still find a way to love you.

i’d write letters soaked in candlelight,
seal them with clumsy wax and trembling hands,
wait three weeks for your reply
and still read it twenty-seven times
like holy scripture.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

hold my hand like a secret,
not a trophy.
and if one day you fall out of love,
don’t give me speeches.

just look at me the same way you looked
when you first realised you were in love,
and then…
look away.

i’ll understand.

[Debesh P. @debeshofficial]

i don’t want perfect love.
i want the kind where we both text “reached home?”
and neither of us actually sleeps until the other replies.

where we argue like enemies
but sit in silence like survivors.

i don’t need promises,
just your voice when the world feels plastic.