In the attic of whispered conversations

 
If I write you something today, you won't answer harshly, will you?
Actually, let it be for today. We'll meet someday,
let this remain with you as collateral for that day's 'waiting.'


Why don't you answer simply, Animesh?
One has to speak simply with fools.


I enjoy annoying you.
My heart is drawn to you, perhaps that's why!
So many people sit waiting to be slightly annoyed,
I don't even turn to look at them. I don't feel like it.


Whatever I write to you,
I mostly get only
'yes' from you, or 'hmm.' Have you decided
you'll never venture beyond this tiny circle?
How do you live, Animesh, ignoring
the infinite power of the Bengali alphabet?


After many days I went to the lighthouse today.
I felt I could catch your scent nearby, that you were somewhere around.
I had two cups of coffee, taking my time—the second cup was yours.


Listen, when I address you as 'you,'
you're taking it naturally, aren't you, Animesh?


The results of an art contest came out a little while ago.
I have two prizes in two categories.
I thought I could shout and share the joy with you.
But that didn't happen, Animesh! I get
tremendously happy over very small things. This madness is a sample of that.


Why can't I share all my happiness
with you? Waiting for you, waiting and waiting,
I become terribly restless, Animesh.


I read you. I read your laughter, read your tears, read your eyes…
Reading you, reading you, my tenderness for you keeps growing…
Reading you, I feel your thoughts were mine,
somehow you know, you think all that on my behalf!


Animesh, make your answers a little longer,
I want to read you a little more.


Listen, if I never write you anything again,
won't your heart feel sad that day, Animesh?
Won't you look for me? Won't I come to mind?
Won't you feel something's missing! Someone I'm not seeing before me!