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For the first time in my life, I'm really depressed.The kind of depression that hollows your insides and and makes you feel nauseous and completely cut off from reality. Sorry.I'm not good at describing it.
I had a Maths test today.And I had this stupid preassumption that the first part will have only 3 questions.And when I got the question paper, I didn't even bother to check the pattern.When we had like 45 minutes to go,I found out that we have to attempt 5 questions from it.There! Now you get what were the last 45 minutes like for me. I got stuck with a monstrous Fourier Series problem and couldn't complete the paper.
Man! I don't care if I sound like this total loser who whines about a screwed test.But I will.And I don't think it's a loserlike thing to do.That's said.
I'm brooding.God! I hate it.
Aar na! onek hoyechhe.
To my Kabulliwalah.
To Gora,Amol,Amit and the likes who touched my heart and caught at my imagination like no one else.
To Mrinal,Kumudini,,Kalyani,Labanya....who walked out of bondage and in turn, set me free.
To Sudha,Mini,Mrinmayee,Ratan.Omnipresent.Age-defying innocence.Who've never deserted me.
To Manimalika and the stiffled petrified pain.
To Charulata..and the sporadic outbursts of colour.
To the yellow pages of Gitabitan.
To Shanchayita and Golpoguchho.
To the "Postmaster" of "Daakghar"
Shishu Bholanath braving his way through the fields,undettered by the attack of robbers.
"Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. "
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. "
Thank you for being.