"Tumi eshecho...opekhaye chilam. Tomar jonne shondhetake shajiye rekhechi dakho", there was stillness all-around and the only whispers that could be heard were the winds murmuring about who was I. "Tui dekhechish agey ekey?","Amar mone aschena; onek agey eshchilo akbar, tokhon amar boyesh khub olpo....". There were few apprehensions among them regarding my unannounced presence.
Nijeke chena ojana mela meshano obosthaye pelam. Jano harano smriti abar fire pete eshchi ekhane. Jano dirgho din dhore amake o kichu bolte chaichilo aar ami shunte paini. I walked past the strangeness surrounding me and headed towards dusk.
Dhire dhire oshoshti ta katlo; rasta ghat shobai chinte parlo amar chotobelar din gulo theke. Tara amake dekhe khushi holo, bollo,"Kothayo tomar ojana noye, tumi egolei shob chine jabe,". Jei jayega gulo agey paa badate bhoye petam, mone hoto amar asbasti dhora pore jabe okhane. The air seemed different this winter, or was it me that had prevented the breeze from entering my quarters. Did I hold any grudge, any grievances which I held her responsible for? Could it be that my recluse had prevented her from speaking up? All such questions girdled inside while I roamed day in and day out.
Onek shondhe ketegalo aar shei chole jawar shomoye goriye elo; chole jawa ta bodhaye du rokom'er hoye-ak jeta fire ashar bhorsha diye thake aar unnota, jeta chirokaler moton bidaye janiye daye. Aktate abar dekha howar opekkha dhore thakte hoye aar unnotaye smriti gulo guchiye rakhte hoye. Er agey jotobar eshechi, nijeke agontuk hishebe dekhtam or chokhe, eibar bujhlam je amake otithi hishebe mene niye che.
The city had remained as it was, in its place, in its time. It was me who had drifted apart, and held her responsible for not calling me back. I would argue with her on why she let me go away; why she didn't held me back in her heart. But I had to accept defeat; you can't win over quietness. She still made decorated the evenings for me like before, its only now that I'm able to accept the gratitude. It's only now that losing seems peaceful in those alleys.
-"Abar ashbe to?..Ashle bhalo lage. Tomar jonne shob guchiye rakhbo".
-"Tomake aar kichu gochate hobena..ami poth thik kunjhe nebo. Na harale..abar tomaye pabo kibhabe!"
