There are too many people I wanted to meet before I leave. Too many things I wanted to say. But with the maddening running around I had to do to get the documents and provisions together (to be packed in a bag) I had very little time to. Then I thought I would write a mail each to people who matter, and there are quite a few, to tell them that they will be missed when I am gone. But I run out of words. I woke up unusually early today. About 6.30 in the morning. Could not sleep longer. I sat down at the piano. And I found what I was looking for - Robi Thakur. While I was playing I remembered this one poem:
"Jaha kichhu boli aaji shob britha hoi
Mon bole matha nari- e noi e noi :)
Je kothaye hridoy amar poripurnotomo
She kotha phote na keno e binaye momo
She shudhu bhoriya uthi osrur abege
Hridoy akash ghire ghono ghor meghe"
I realised there's one song that's been sung so long and so much that would say all that there is to say. And here it is.
PS: I am leaving tomorrow, Saturday morning. Will reach Ahmedabad in roughly two and a half hours.