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আমাকে নামতে হবে পরের স্টেশনেই,
দূরে যাবে তুমি,
দেখা হবে না আর কোনোদিনই।

তাই যে প্রশ্নটার জবাব এতকাল থেমে আছে,
শুনব তোমার মুখে।
সত্য করে বলবে তো ?
আমি বললেম, বলব
বাইরের আকাশের দিকে তাকিয়েই শুধোল,
আমাদের গেছে যে দিন
একেবারেই কি গেছে ?
কিছুই কি নেই বাকি ?
একটুকু রইলেম চুপ করে,
তারপর বললেম,
“রাতের সব তারাই আছে
দিনের আলোর গভীরে”
My love is different

“For me, love is like the after effects of certain incidents which affect more in comparison to the incident. Like, a certain place has been burning due to heavy fire flames. The fire flames leaves smoke behind them which causes the other areas to become smoky and blurry. The smoke has a strong essence also which remains stiff for a long time even after the fire flames are reduced. On the other hand love is like fog before the snow fall. It gives shivers down our spine but we can’t really see it through our eyes. It is like invisible for our vision but it affects us more than the snow fall because we feel cold only because of the fog not the snow fall."
Someone: I asked about your love experience not your knowledge about it
She giggled and answered
“The smoke cannot be captured, similarly I couldn’t capture it. The fog gave me immense pleasure but I couldn’t get hold onto it. The smoke vanished after the firing flames reduced. The fog disappeared when the snow fall on top of me. It’s like I entered a new world which was already faded but it was beautiful to feel the fadedness. Seems like the flames were destiny which just decided to fade early and the snow fall which is millions of differences which decided to increase.”
Someone: haven’t you found someone new?
She chuckled sweetly and said
“I have certainly but in this case, I am that fading phase.”
She added
“Life is more beautiful when we love, not when we are loved"

"It is raining outside. Cold yet thick rain drops are falling on top of my face. As if God is showering my whole surroundings with its goodness. The greenery around me is celebrating the first Rain while dancing while swirling, swaying while giggling, singing while laughing. The atmosphere has become fresh and profound and the air has becoming more smoothly breathable. Shivering environment is everywhere. Coffee  basically isn't helping me to keep myself warm. Slight goosebumps are all over my arms and feet in this cold weather. My hairs are flying nowhere lightly. Cold wind is hitting my bare face causing me close my eyes. The darkness in front of my eyes was indicating that my subconscious mind is no more conscious and is wandering between nothingness and consciousness. My heart isn't memorising anyone. My heart isn't remembering any existence. Strange isn't it? Earlier whenever I used to close my eyes, the first thing my mind used to see your smiling face coming purely close to me, so close that my breathing used to dissolve into yours so beautifully that it felt like, there were two bodies but only one soul is breathing and my heart used to recognise your forehead attaching with mine as delicately as possible slowly catching me off guard. Your fingers would intertwine with mine one as if some sort of magnetic energy was there in our fingers which were attracting themselves to get attached so securely. Your whispering near my ears were never audible for me to understand but I still used to smile hearing your voice which would take me another world of happiness. Then I used to open my eyes only to see a vanishing figure flying into thin air going far away from me. Nothing of that sort is happening around me now. Maybe the effect of my lovely imagination is slowly reducing. It is going far away from me the way you used to do. Why not it's been ten years my heart had accepted the reality and came out of my self created dream of togetherness. But I am not regretting my decision of following my imagination which my heart used to cherish. It is a part of me and will always be a peaceful part of me where you were my first love"

The journey of my hands towards
Every day, every day
My eyes are saying something using Your gaze
Every day, every day

" WRITTEN IN ONE OF THE WALLS "

To be continued