Sorry to have embellished your dress overnight. I don't think you liked those shades of pink much. Are you comfortable with the new things I stitched on the sleeve?
I am still stuck in Serampore because the country is going crazier by the day. BANDH. I couldn't even see the doctor. My doctor is an attrociously funny man. It took me two fifteen minutes to get through him on the phone (mind you, he receives calls only between 7a.m. to 9 a.m.). After a hell lot of digging, I got another appointment, to miss another lab.
Did I tell you, I messed up the last sem 'orite. But, that is fine, routine. I will certainly miss being myself once I miss messing up things.
Unbelieveably, I spent the whole of last evening humming Rabindra Sangeet with my young cousin and grandparents. Now that is AMAZING! because I happen to have been born and brought up far far away from bong-land, and my knowledge of bengali litreature surpasses all limits of embarrasment for my parents. But paradoxically enough, I absolutely have my heart and soul embedded in rabindra-sangeet. The words, the tunes, the feeling of them falling on my ears push me to another world. A world where pain is joyful, where sacrifice stands out for selfishness, where autumn brings the smell of little white shiuli flowers, where autumn brings in the fragrance of Rabindranath's poetry (I was luckily forced every autumn to learn dancing on his pieces for cultural shows on Durga Puja) , where God and beloved are reached out to by the same piece of poetry. And I also learnt that there have been many musicians who had sworn by Rabindranath to an extent that they vowed to never sing anything other than what he wrote!
The works of Rabindranath are so vast and varied that it is commonly believed that one cannot read and understand at the sme time his complete works in a lifetime. And it is so beautiful that there is no parameter or situation in life that cannot be described or be drunk by his words. It is one of those small things in life that I have personally realised, and if I could do so with my meagre breadth in the subject, then I wonder how much is the span of that man. He lives on in any life that has ever touched his words.
Thank you Sir for making me one of the blessed ones to be touched.
naa chinitei bhalo beshechhi
