In another life we would become friends, take long walks into the library, talk about the street food of Paris & wonder about fictional characters from our fav book.
In this life we are strangers. Or else you would have fallen in love, with me.
As a bengali itโs an extremely emotional day. The genocide, conversions, violence against women & being kicked out from your own home- comes to an end.
Bengal starts to heal!
When I stand before thee at the dayโs end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.โ
โ Rabindranath Thakur
Beauty of bengali literature
Grief often shows up unexpectedly. Sometimes we live with it for years, making it our old friend, a faithful someone. Or sometimes it is so old that we often forget about its existence -