Promise 1: I shall stop posting things on FB - I am the last person who would intend to harm his peace of mind... (though he doesn't seem to be on FB much, and over that there's nothing explicitly mentioned...)
Promise 2: I won't take this blog offline...no I don't want to do that. What's the harm? There's one in a million chance that anybody of any consequence comes across these stories. Even if they do, they either won't recognize us or keep silent by choice. I can't take away this solitary means of my survival and expression...
Promise 3: I shall be practical, swear on God I shall be practical. I shall tell myself that I don't want a person who will stay out of home all evening and spend idle time with his friends. I don't know anything about the changes in a man I knew 10 years back. I might just not be able to bond with him now! Above all else I don't want a person who already has a wife and a grown up kid...
Having said that - can't tell you how long it has been since I had this feeling of choking with joy...eyes closed in a rarely felt peace, heart getting quenched and wrenched and skipping a beat every now and then...
জীবন কখনো কি স্বপ্ন হয়?
স্বপ্নে কখনো কি বৃষ্টি হয়?
ঝিরিঝিরি মায়া মাখা...
এই শহর তোর শহর,
তাই তো এখানে ঘর,
তবু থাকি একা একা...
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