I notice you've provided a heading "Stories and Prose (Translated)" but no Bengali text to translate. Could you please share the Bengali content you'd like me to translate? I'm ready to work on transforming it into English literature that captures the original's essence and voice.

A little shade, perhaps?

I never told you these things; you would be hurt, and so I held back. But I want you to know—I love you, yet when you come close, I can never feel your love there. You try so hard to bring me the greatest happiness, but I don't come to you only for happiness. I come to you seeking you, seeking your love, but nowhere can I feel that love. The connection that happens through souls—you can never establish that through the body alone. For the soul's peace, you must come to the soul itself.

Why are you so distracted when you come to me? Can't you set aside all that rush, all that pressure, for a little while and come to me separate from the rest of the world? You spend money so freely—why can't you be equally free with yourself? Do you actually find happiness in this?

When you're not physically here with me, I actually have you more completely to myself. When you appear before me, you seem terribly formal. It feels like you're doing everything, but there's some subtle distance somewhere.

I want to hold you close like roots entwined, but it feels like I'm trying to force someone wild to be tame. Why don't you understand me? Do you deliberately remain obtuse, wanting to sidestep my emotions and maintain some kind of space?

All these complaints don't mean I'm asking you to forcibly change yourself. I want you to know—you are safe and unburdened with me in every way.

Could you give me a small part of your roof?
...A shelter?
...A little shade?
Though I lack none of these things right now, still somehow a kind of clear, glaring absence covers all my wealth!
Why does a person become so weak, so helpless?
Even the strongest person in the world sometimes breaks down, you know?
Do you know when they fall?

I am not well.
I don't have my own person, someone I can call anytime to talk.
Why am I so alone in this world?
Everyone has someone they can call their own, someone they have the right to claim...!

Why don't I?
Why don't I know how to hold onto anyone?
Why don't I have the ability to bind someone in love and keep them safe?
Why doesn't anyone want to stay with me?
When did I become like this...and yet I never even noticed!
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