Shei golper resh

Something that I'd archived again. Exactly a year ago. It's amusing how Life brings you a full circle, time after time. Unconscious, yet so omnipresent.

Aaro khanikta bhalobasha

Kotokta chena, kotokta tatotai awchena

Khuje pawar por abar kore hariye jawa' 

Golpo shuru, golper desh

Shei shuru, shei shesher resh

Khanikta kuje newa

Tarpor abar shei shurute hariye jawa

Everything begins, so that one day it will end. The only thing that a beginning ensures is an ending. However long, short, amusing, enthralling, mundane, regular, aggravating it is, one fine morning, everything except for it, will be fine. That morning, it will die. Alongside, so will the smiles, the pain, the associated memories, the smirks, the hidden delights, the confusion, the wry smiles, the comfort of familiarity and everything else, good or bad, or good and bad, associated with it. You will have nothing else to do, except to accept it, and then perhaps with some more time, embrace it. There will be nothing else left to do with it, except to preserve its memory and then one day, that will die too...

It’s an incessant loop at the most, a vicious one, in the least. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, and day after... all will come and go as it will. You will make a set of choices, life will move on, pause, sing, dance, romance, cry, wilt and then give way to another chapter.  The beginning of each chapter will bring with it, its own nuances, tenderness, the rough edges, but however it is, the traces of the end are ingrained from the very beginning. That is the nature of life. That is the nature of existence. One gives way to make space for another, and then another, and then another, till one fine day you finally finish the book.  However long or short it had to end, so it did. There really is no deeper meaning.

Like another friend says ' We are afterall, islands' :)