Hello reader
It is good, so good, to be talking to you at last. It has been far too long. Of course we have known each other for æons, and of course I still love you (and I always will) even though we haven't been in touch of late.
Let's start with an apology. I'm sorry I ever tried to skip ship, to bail out. There is no excuse. Especially, there is no excuse for an ancient soul. So -- I am sorry, and it won't happen again.
Today is a day for singing. The raindrops are singing against the roof of my house. And I've been singing -- not humming, mind you, but really high-volume stuff -- in the lovely isolation of home-aloneness. The songs of longing seem to take on a new meaning (and I find myself unable to revel in my long-beloved completely hopeless ones -- oh dear). Like singing "Shokhi Bhabona Kahare Bole" (the song roughly translates as "What is this thing called love?") as a happy song. It is so good to feel that there is nothing wrong here.
Much love, dear reader.
posted by Hashi @ 4:00 PM
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4 Comments:
It's wonderful to see you writing here, and it's delightful to see you so full of hope and happiness. Much love to you as well -- dear writer.
here's the one we know and love!
'apnake ei lukiye rakha dhulay dhaka ..dhuiye dao'- translation needed? the writer may just oblige if she is in the mood.
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Dear anonymous,
I am tempted to call around to confirm your identity, but instead I will delight in the anonymity of your comment. Whoever you are, I love you to pieces, and why the hell didn't you say this earlier?
The translation: "Hiding your (radiant) self under layers of dust... wash it away"
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