চিঠির গোছায় ফুলের সাজ,
রঙের ছোঁয়া লাগলো আজ।
বন্ধুতাটাই লাগছে ভালো...
ভালোবাসায় কি বা কাজ?
খেলাঘর বাঁধতে লেগেছি আমার মনের ভিতরে - was always clear in the back of my mind - but what is this খেলাঘর? Something that has hundreds of inhibitions...in fact hardly anything apart from writing letters is allowed. We can't tell publicly that we are friends, we hesitate, actually are almost reluctant to even come across each other...in a moment of need we won't be able to wipe each other's tears, except through an uncertain and asynchronous medium called email. So much for the friendship. And for love - it begins and ends with one word - unmentionable...
That's how life moves on. Every scientist thrives for that one invention that will change the world. I am no scientist. My interest area was always man-woman interdependence. And I have reached this far. This man is now my world - he was so in a virtual way for quite some time now - I hope to God that it doesn't become more real than what it is now...I can spare the surrealism...
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