There shall be something, right… There need to be something, right… But, where is or
tu kaun hai? yeh rooh, yeh jism, yeh saansein tu hi haina ya phir koi aur hai… uthe ek kadam toh aur ek kadam- intezaar mein rahe tha hain take pehla walaka parchai use chu na sake… tu kaun hai? yeh haasi, yeh muskurahat, yes ansu tu hi to hai na- yeah phir naqaab, ek…
To Rituparno Ghosh (31st August 1963–30th May 2013)
The silver of the full moon humming The placid that the stars are singing– A forgotten rhythm of the blankness, That’ve born out of the beat of time, (And) the broken incomplete chime (Because) of the thoughts nameless.