Childhood memories, bed, single, small space, storage room, cozy,
dark, blue walls; All grown up, bed, single, larger space, leafy green walls,
homely, frog hanging onto a branch, photo frame,caption: “Hang In There”,
above my desk, inspiration; poster, Shah Rukh Khan, Bollywood,
my favorite; door, “Go Away”, caption from the tiny inhabitant that lived
in my room before me, something that does not go away;collections,
foreign currencies: Taka, Yen, Poisha, Rupee, Euro, 50 cent coin;
Memory,images, the bull running towards me [my father yelling
“watch out”] completely missing me and tumbling to the ground breathing its last; scars, index, middle, and ring, completely bloody when Ma saw it and fainted.

“Song Unsung” by Rabindranath Tagore

Right now, I am struggling a bit to place my thoughts onto paper. I just came across one of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems that describes exactly how I am feeling. I couldn’t have described it any other way.

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

“Honey” by Mindy Gledhill and Paul Jacobsen

When you’re blue, buried deep
60,000 leagues under the bottom of the sea
I will swim to you to set you free
I will swim to you to set you free

Honey, when you feel worn out
When the mirror lies and turns on you
When the choruses of doubt are singing way too loud
Honey, I will chase them down
Honey, that’s what love’s about

Well, your world once revolved
A thousand miles per hour, now you watch it as it falls
And fizzles at a slow dissolve
Fizzles at a slow dissolve


And I hope you know you are
More beautiful than you dream you are
And maybe all things must pass
But now you’re still wading through the ash
While the fire lasts


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