Bhabona Kahare Bole

Breathing in the slushy air at the crest of a sole mountain, choosing to 

spend time doing things by yourself or maybe watching the raindrops 

running down your window pane, are the only ones I firmly look 

forward to. I don't place myself as someone very misanthropic or 

introspective in nature, it’s just that I grew up with a strong dislike for 

profusion. Overwhelming streets apparently create a convincing illusion 

for me, as if one thumb you alike boiled peas in a pod. 

“ Amar chokhe to shokoli shobhon,

 Shokoli nobeen shokoli bimol,

 Shuneel akash, shyamol kanon

Bishad jochhona kushume komol

Shokoli amar moto.”

 The blue in the depths beyond and afar, the slanting shafts of the 

the twilight sun appears to embar. The soothing breeze engrossed in the 

melody of the orchestra, in the prophecy, in the hymns of the Veda. A 

sense of camaraderie and affinity springing from the horizon, a promise 

of life and existence in the obscurity. 

You’ll discover me standing erect in front of the Howrah Bridge at 

present. The construction stood with such a grandeur that it was no less 

then a magical wonder to me. Little did I realise that the world has so 

much to offer. Thus I say, enjoy every moment you have, even the most minute and microscopic ones for one day you may look back and realise

that they were the best.

A beautiful boat ride in the Hooghly River, amidst the most beautiful

The City Of Joy, with beautifully embodied flora and fauna, is something

worth expressing. The sight was exceptionally charming when the

the bridge was lit up. You get goosebumps once the boat makes it

slowly down to the river and the platform advances to your doorstep;

closer and closer until you are sailing under it. Everywhere you

look around, love is in the air. ( A perfect fairy-tale evening on the

water.) If I am not off beam, it is ‘Princep Ghat’ that I am recently

brought up to. Well, well, a day spent by the Princep Ghat in Kolkata,

why not?

Not bragging but this lady has always been a keen observer. Every site

she stops by, she perceives one thing in common….she finds several

a thousand commoners just walking across the vicinity and hardly one

who makes an effort to discover its vision. True, “Everything has

beauty but not everyone sees it.”

Eyes were a shimmer with ecstasy over a hospitable smile, polished and

clean-shaven beard did not tower over the rest, a bit on the shorter side

perhaps. Maybe in his early thirties, roughly around 30-33. While the

rest are concerned with snicking pictures, who is “he” strolling along these

Ghats as if breathlessly awaiting, in search of his beloved? Sounds pretty

interesting. Conversing with such an individual won’t let me down I

guess.

“ Tara keboli hashe, keboli gaye

Hashiya kheliya morite chai

Na jane bedon, na jane rodon, 

Na jane shadher jatona joto”.

A thousand million stars both shattered and living, the moon in her

skewbald vision waxing and waning. She steals her honour even in the

paradise, appearing anew in the sky upon a transparent and starry night.

Their eyelids gradually twitching, draping a blanket over their mind,

waiting for consciousness to fade.

We spoke and spoke for hours together. I simply fail to recall in case we

had encountered each other in the former years but I did sense

something in common while communicating. Yes, next as you people

presume, we did exchange our cell phone numbers and since then, he

was the only friend who spoke well of me behind my back.

I was eventually sprawling around my couch, contemplating what to do

next as I had lately finished off reading the entire ‘Hobbit’ series in the

past few hours when I was forsooth proffered a late evening walk.……..

After so many days of sharing bits and pieces of my life with you, today

I am entirely letting you into my world. Just don't disappoint me for I

counted upon you.

“ Amar moton shukhi ke achhe

Aye sokhi aaye amar kachche

Sukhi hridoyer shukher gaan

Shuniya toder jurabe pran.”

 Each day she dazzled, the world dazzled back and rendered each moment so rich, so buoyant that I still keep cherishing the memories

when I was an infant. From a very fine age, I had to learn safe keeping

myself and none were there to spoon-feed either for my parents

were employed, working. I wish they had taught me more. I wish they

had taught me more about perception, love, and compassion, I wish they had

taught me to be a better human being. Despite her indiscretions and

misconducts, she wants me to be more sensitive to her and believe me, I did strive to do my best but somewhere I fall short, perhaps am unable to

accept her for who she is or may be it’s my self incompatibility.

This very morning she enquired,” You may choose to be an engineer or

a software developer, why become a correspondent?” I do understand, in

every parental relationship, there still pertain few inevitable clashes

where your preferences depart from what your parents had once chosen

for you. However, the same gets hazardous when you are literally forced

to derail your dreams.

Briefed him the whole shooting match, almost everything I was going

through previously. In response to my criticism, he wrapped his arms

over mine, quoting, “No matter what you go through and no matter how

much you argue, take my words, she’ll always be there for you”. I

honestly don’t remember my Mom’s first kiss, but am sure it must have

felt the same he planted on my forehead today.

“ Protidin jodi kadibi kebol

Akdin noi hashibi Tora

Akdin noi bishad bhuliyan

Shokole miliya gahibo mora.”

I was noiseless, you left me alone. I was dead, you left me alone. I was

dejected and depressed, you left me alone. I was waiting for you to

come, you left me alone. (Although you did promise not to.) On a short

note, it has been an amazing journey being with you all these months.

Thank you for wiping away my tears, thank youfor being right there to

save me, thanks for the adventure…..Now go, have a new one. Best

Wishes!

 “Shey ki keboli chokhero jol?

Shey ki keboli dukhero shaash?

Loke tobe kore ki shukheri tore

Emon dukhero aash

Phool shey harshite hashite jhore

Jochona Hashiya milaye Jaye

Hashite hashite alok shagore

Akashero Tara teyage kaye.”

My misconducts today have left me alone,

But now I guess, it’s pretty too late,

For this subconscious mind, will forever hate.

I still think of how you wanted each of us always to be,

After all, pleasure was the only stuff you tried bringing it for me.

It’s pretty obvious that I can’t have you anymore,

If possible, kindly hold my hands back (for once, at least once) as you

did before.

Reprimand me for my immorality but let’s just start all over again. From

the day we met, to the night we left. Ignite the flame and let it glow, true love to really show.