Bhumisuta,
Remember those days. You touched my hands and I touched yours. I promised you I wont leave you. But still we were parted. Years passed. So many years of our life. Its not true that in every moment I remembered you. Sometimes I forgot you, sometimes I lost my hope. Sometimes, I felt I wont never meet you. Then again I remembered you, I felt the pain.
"In this calm serene moment
From the eternity of the sky
comes the melancholy of endeavor destined
to defeat-
The pleasure of work without any hope.
relishing the calmness of nothing. "
Bharat.
(A fictitious letter written by Bharat, who had lost his lover Bhumisuta, idea from Prothom Alo, by Sunil Ganguly)
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