Dear baba, this is for you. I remembered the time when you were in Vellore after the fall, and yes, I was remembering those days otherwise too. Dear baba, what I had wished for for so long (as I find) without realising how bhoyonkor it was, has finally come to pass. After you, he has left me too. Your leaving was not voluntary, but his is. Maybe it's not so bad, maybe terrible things would have happened had we stayed together. You know all about how much it hurts, baba, you have lived with it inside my head. But it was not very nice, was it? I was reading this post I wrote, and I can't imagine whether I was being stupid or whether I had gotten so used to him not hearing my plaints; I had asked to be set free, however sad and tragic it was. And it is prophetic, baba, karon exactly that has come to pass, and tragic is quite the word for it.
Amra dujonei nijer ojantey ki bhoyanok shob jinish cheye boshe achhie. We are on such different pages, it is amazing. O ekhon ja chaichhe, a marriage with a stranger in three months, sheta amar churanto illogical mone hoy. Kintu oneker khetrei sheta khatey, and there is happiness and laughter, as I was telling him. But that is again the triumph of hope over experience, and if that is what we are doing, why not he and me? Maybe because the unhappiness is a proven, and in this case, documented fact. I have been implicated by my own blog, baba! Tumi jodi thakte, amay aro onek practical hotey shekhatey. Shekhatey emon boka hote nei. Tahole amar lojjata hoto kebol tomar shamnei, amader bairer karur shamne noy, je nijer bhalobashar abhoron ekdin shoriye nitey parey, jar bhalobasha is a choice, not a given.
Amar shobshomoy i bhoy chhilo, je ami happiness pabo na. Ami ki shei pothei cholchhi, baba? Etodin er gora structure ta toh bhenge gelo. Abar notun template banabo, naki eki bhabe abar cheshta korbo? Tumi toh amay jano, tumi toh jano ami pretty noi, attractive noi, bhishon chalak ba smart o noi, ar particularly friendly ba adjusting o noi, thik Parks er moton, House e. Amar moton loker jonne ki arekta manush thake? Ami nije cheye na niley ki amay keu egiye debe? Amar chaitey apotti nei, kintu amar shotti i chinta hoy emon kauke abar pabo kina. Kauke toh charidike dekhina, ei Dilli shohore toh aroi na. Tumi keno chole gele, baba, shob shanti, asroy, bhorsha niye? Ajke ami abar rastay dariye, on my own. Mone hoy parbo, I have the will to try, which is so important, kintu eka je khub bhoy kore. Ar mone hoy, amar baggage niye ki keu amay grohon korbe? Ami bolbo, amar kukur chhara cholbe na, amar ma somewhere I can keep an eye on her na hole cholbe na. Ke debe eto? Chhele ra toh ekhono bossmen, tader ma der jonne wives leave their careers and families, but which guy makes changes to his life plan for something as little as a woman's mother? Kukurpremi jodi ba pelam, amay ki ar keu eto bhalobashbe je ma r kothao bhabbe? And not any old mom, but mine, with her complete disregard for anything that matters. Maybe I'll become like anasuadi (god forbid), or like Indrani. Ami eto chafe korlam as long as I had him, now that I don't, it seems terribly important to have him. Tumi hole amay contempt er chokhe dekhte, ar bolte ami ki shallow ar selfish. Ei jonnei tomar chole jaoa uchit hoyni. Before I even started my life, you abandoned me. How can I forgive you for that? Nobody but parents care selflessly and you left me, to deal with the world alone. Look at epshita, she still has them. She needs them, and she has them. But you, you left. You gave me such a lesson in growing up, but look at me, I am still psychologically a cripple. And I am responsible for two beings. Look, just look. She wouldn't have happened without his support. and now he tells me he was relieved when i got her, because she was a distraction, and because i really loved her. and that he can't live with her, because she is not like his daughter, she is just a dog. because he can't live with an animal. his this so called madness, everything remained the same, only i was excised from his life like a tumour. that was his madness, that was all. so summarily, baba. oboshho tumi holeo tai korte. tomra dujonei eto similar.
i hope i find someone kind again, baba. kinder than you, jodio, tao ki hoy? kinder than him, which seems unimaginable, chhelera eto bojjat. sharadindu o is quite a slave to received ideas, jodio kotoi ba judge korbe ekta lok ke tar milieu theke tule niye. tobe or moton strong, unmoved like a rock, and kind, bodhoy ar keu hobe na. i am ultimately on my own, aren't i, god? he will find happiness, is bound to. his positive aspects are so very nice, it's easy to fall in love with them. and there will be laughter and children, and i am afraid, i will forever be on the road, waiting.
Amra dujonei nijer ojantey ki bhoyanok shob jinish cheye boshe achhie. We are on such different pages, it is amazing. O ekhon ja chaichhe, a marriage with a stranger in three months, sheta amar churanto illogical mone hoy. Kintu oneker khetrei sheta khatey, and there is happiness and laughter, as I was telling him. But that is again the triumph of hope over experience, and if that is what we are doing, why not he and me? Maybe because the unhappiness is a proven, and in this case, documented fact. I have been implicated by my own blog, baba! Tumi jodi thakte, amay aro onek practical hotey shekhatey. Shekhatey emon boka hote nei. Tahole amar lojjata hoto kebol tomar shamnei, amader bairer karur shamne noy, je nijer bhalobashar abhoron ekdin shoriye nitey parey, jar bhalobasha is a choice, not a given.
Amar shobshomoy i bhoy chhilo, je ami happiness pabo na. Ami ki shei pothei cholchhi, baba? Etodin er gora structure ta toh bhenge gelo. Abar notun template banabo, naki eki bhabe abar cheshta korbo? Tumi toh amay jano, tumi toh jano ami pretty noi, attractive noi, bhishon chalak ba smart o noi, ar particularly friendly ba adjusting o noi, thik Parks er moton, House e. Amar moton loker jonne ki arekta manush thake? Ami nije cheye na niley ki amay keu egiye debe? Amar chaitey apotti nei, kintu amar shotti i chinta hoy emon kauke abar pabo kina. Kauke toh charidike dekhina, ei Dilli shohore toh aroi na. Tumi keno chole gele, baba, shob shanti, asroy, bhorsha niye? Ajke ami abar rastay dariye, on my own. Mone hoy parbo, I have the will to try, which is so important, kintu eka je khub bhoy kore. Ar mone hoy, amar baggage niye ki keu amay grohon korbe? Ami bolbo, amar kukur chhara cholbe na, amar ma somewhere I can keep an eye on her na hole cholbe na. Ke debe eto? Chhele ra toh ekhono bossmen, tader ma der jonne wives leave their careers and families, but which guy makes changes to his life plan for something as little as a woman's mother? Kukurpremi jodi ba pelam, amay ki ar keu eto bhalobashbe je ma r kothao bhabbe? And not any old mom, but mine, with her complete disregard for anything that matters. Maybe I'll become like anasuadi (god forbid), or like Indrani. Ami eto chafe korlam as long as I had him, now that I don't, it seems terribly important to have him. Tumi hole amay contempt er chokhe dekhte, ar bolte ami ki shallow ar selfish. Ei jonnei tomar chole jaoa uchit hoyni. Before I even started my life, you abandoned me. How can I forgive you for that? Nobody but parents care selflessly and you left me, to deal with the world alone. Look at epshita, she still has them. She needs them, and she has them. But you, you left. You gave me such a lesson in growing up, but look at me, I am still psychologically a cripple. And I am responsible for two beings. Look, just look. She wouldn't have happened without his support. and now he tells me he was relieved when i got her, because she was a distraction, and because i really loved her. and that he can't live with her, because she is not like his daughter, she is just a dog. because he can't live with an animal. his this so called madness, everything remained the same, only i was excised from his life like a tumour. that was his madness, that was all. so summarily, baba. oboshho tumi holeo tai korte. tomra dujonei eto similar.
i hope i find someone kind again, baba. kinder than you, jodio, tao ki hoy? kinder than him, which seems unimaginable, chhelera eto bojjat. sharadindu o is quite a slave to received ideas, jodio kotoi ba judge korbe ekta lok ke tar milieu theke tule niye. tobe or moton strong, unmoved like a rock, and kind, bodhoy ar keu hobe na. i am ultimately on my own, aren't i, god? he will find happiness, is bound to. his positive aspects are so very nice, it's easy to fall in love with them. and there will be laughter and children, and i am afraid, i will forever be on the road, waiting.
