Writer : Jotsna Jari
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Half male and half female… this is a life together, a family together. When I look at the sky, bluer and bluer seem to float in my eyes. Similarly, if I could touch you, if I could swim between your bodies… it is my firm belief that I would be satisfied, and my thirst would increase.
The line of a poem comes to mind right now : “You have seen the stone of the Taj Mahal, you have seen its soul / In its heart is its woman Mumtaz, on the outside is Shah Jahan.” Truly, in my heart, you are Tinni… only you and on the outside, I am that gentle professor Titas Ahmed, a well-to-do professor at a semi-government college.
I was working on my painting alongside my job. Suddenly, I was first introduced to your paintings at the Cooch Behar Art Exhibition and then to you. Now, if I don’t hear your voice one day, I don’t feel good… I become restless. I unite you with my nature in solitude. Like illusion, I talk to you alone and live with you twenty-four hours a day. You are a woman made of flesh and blood, yet I have never found you to be my own. The waves of imagination rise in the ocean of melodious tune —
“āĻāĻ˛ā§āĻĒāĻ¨āĻž āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻ¨āĻ¨ āĻā§ āĻ°āĻžāĻ¨ā§
āĻāĻ, āĻāĻ āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻĒāĻĻ āĻŽā§āĻ°ā§
āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻ¸ āĻā§ āĻā§āĻ¸ā§āĻŽāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§ āĨ¤”
Just as the touch of nature drives a person crazy, your voice awakens a strange thrill in my body —
“āĻ¸āĻŋāĻšāĻ° āĻāĻ ā§ āĻĒāĻ˛ā§āĻ˛āĻŦ āĻā§ āĻĻāĻ˛ āĻ¨āĻŦ āĻ
āĻā§āĻ
āĻŦāĻšā§ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§āĻ¤ āĻĒāĻ°āĻŋāĻŽāĻ˛ āĻā§ āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ˛ āĻ¤āĻ°āĻā§āĻ
āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨ āĻā§ āĻ¨āĻŦ āĻā§āĻ¯ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ
āĻšāĻŋāĻ˛ā§ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļ āĻ¸ā§ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§ āĨ¤”
I don’t know if the pictures I paint will last forever. But I can swear that my love is bigger and richer than eternal love.
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Notes :
* “āĻāĻ˛ā§āĻĒāĻ¨āĻž āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻ¨āĻ¨ āĻā§ āĻ°āĻžāĻ¨ā§
āĻāĻ, āĻāĻ āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻĒāĻĻ āĻŽā§āĻ°ā§
āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻ¸ āĻā§ āĻā§āĻ¸ā§āĻŽāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§ āĨ¤”
The meaning of this
Bengali paragraph is –
“You are the queen of the fantasy garden… Come, come with gentle feet… You bring to life the unwritten words of my heart.”
* “āĻ¸āĻŋāĻšāĻ° āĻāĻ ā§ āĻĒāĻ˛ā§āĻ˛āĻŦ āĻā§ āĻĻāĻ˛ āĻ¨āĻŦ āĻ
āĻā§āĻā§
āĻŦāĻšā§ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§āĻ¤ āĻĒāĻ°āĻŋāĻŽāĻ˛ āĻā§ āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ˛ āĻ¤āĻ°āĻā§āĻ
āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨ āĻā§ āĻ¨āĻŦ āĻā§āĻ¯ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ
āĻšāĻŋāĻ˛ā§ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļ āĻ¸ā§ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§ āĨ¤ ”
The meaning of this
Bengali paragraph is –
“Just as the fresh spring breeze stirs the leaves and fills them with joy, so your words make my whole body and mind flutter.”
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(Episode – 3)
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