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- Hey there, how's your day going?
- I'll begin with time in my hands.
- I see.
- Sudden rain!
- Why doesn't sunshine come suddenly?
- Perhaps it's all for the sun-blessed people.
'Why doesn't sunshine come suddenly?'...maybe it doesn't like the company of confused souls.
- What do the right kind of people look like? Don't they have shadows?
- I've heard that one pure soul came to this earth who had no shadow. But we ordinary humans are opaque—how can we not have shadows!
- I feel like I'll get pure answers to all my questions from you.
- Nila, "Twilight Conversations" might not be able to contain your generation's time, but perhaps it will touch them a little. A pure human seems to me a very relative concept.
- If humans were pure, the Creator probably wouldn't have sent them to earth—there would have been no need! What is pure could have stayed in pure places from the beginning, right?
- I can agree with that opinion.
- What's your own view?
- I've never seen myself anywhere near crystalline whiteness—most of the time I felt like an ordinary person; now I think I'm actually pitch darkness, how beautiful the people of this world are!
- Still, I saw one beautiful person who expressed truth as truth truly is. I've seen many people who believe they are pure! The others follow error-filled grammar!
- Self-satisfied people! Yes, Nila, they can exist, but if others see faulty grammar, that's their prerogative too.
- Maybe so, but standing on this notion, not believing in self-change while wanting to change someone else from their own essence—I don't think that falls within their rights.
- Philosophy's final word seems to be...know thyself. And so when you dive deep to find yourself, I think there isn't much time left!
- Well said, I'll remember that.
- Every person, I think, is an isolated island.
- And that's a rest house for migratory birds—keeps it green for a while, then they leave again, then it's time for new ones to arrive.
- Beautiful explanation. Every person has a different ecology. That's why the most illegible book in the world is called human.
- Exactly. Though some books, even when illegible, make you want to read them again and again.
- With humans, you think, there—I've translated him completely, and the next moment you wonder, did I get it right! A time of uncertainty stands before you!
- Yes, and then you see that even if the translation isn't wrong, the deeper meaning turns out different.
- Once melody and smoke were very dear to me. I think that time wasn't insignificant, or I was a lover of terrible ugliness. So that you don't mistakenly think false beauty is beautiful, I peek through my own dark window.
- I believe in one thing—in this uncertain life, staying well is the final word...however one can manage. No one's words or judgment changes anything about that.
- Quite a wonderful sense of proportion. I had a very dear time...getting soaked in drizzling rain in the deep night, walking alone through dark alleys back home...
- Wonderful narrative, quite enjoyable! I'm inexperienced, but just hearing it was quite pleasant.
- Tell me, what would life be like in conversation with Nil! I'm thinking your times are delightfully immersed in beauty.
- Why do you think that?
- Actually, some people, if they don't become beautifully developed, wait in life's poetry for complex ugliness.
- Well said, though I find beauty even in a hundred uglinesses.
- I'd say you're an undiscovered one!
- Hidden beauty is real beauty!
- Today I listen, you speak.
- This morning I read Sidney Sheldon's third book. I got several kinds of feelings from one book.
- Such as?
- The beginning evokes both sadness and disgust simultaneously. The middle part inspires tremendously. The final section tells of defeat's victory and simultaneously love's multidimensionality.
- Sadness and hatred are kindred. People are quite easily subjugated, though they deny it in other ways. People live precisely because they think the final measure of defeat might be written with victory—that's their wretchedness! Love is multidimensional because it has many ruined doors.
- Some people are born with multidimensionality, and some people are forced to become multidimensional—that's what I think...and that too in different degrees!
- Hmm, that's also a dimension of thought.
- How is this generation spending their time!
- In the joy of irregularity.
- That's also life.
- But Mother says life can't go on like this!
- Life actually doesn't follow anyone's pattern—it's wonderfully whimsical! It walks its own path.
- Sometimes I try to run life a bit according to Mother's rules, but no, it goes its own way! Mother then says I haven't grown up.
- It would be good if we didn't grow up. A pessimistic person lives in lifelong happiness—would you believe that!?
- A pessimistic person knows happiness; if you ask the person who says he's happy, 'What is happiness?', he can't say anything.
- You just said something quite profound so quickly!
- You can surely bear it.
- Would you believe that I'm actually a fool species of human!
- Poetry doesn't say so—how can I believe it!
- You too said I write poetry! How do I explain that I merely engage in childish behavior with some words, nothing more.
- You actually paint life in poetry's form, which says a lot!
- What are you doing?
- A bit of drawing.
- You like to draw, I see? Abstract? Or natural?
- So far natural...umm...you could call it mixed too.
- This is wonderful company in solitude.
- Tremendously! I sit down whenever I get a little time.
- Then you're wonderfully self-sufficient! Tell me the story of the picture.
- Centennial fountain.
- Stories of many endangered lives.
- Ah! I only tell stories of endangerment! Today I saw an old woman, saw her eyes...as soon as I got home I felt like...drawing!
- Do you want to read people?
- I try to understand.
- Look...a middle-aged person walking silently with elementary lessons in hand...what do you see, tell me?
- What can I say! If it were a middle-aged woman, I would have seen myself. Now I see you...
- Not badly said. I actually see an indomitable desire to overcome unfulfillment.
- There's no end to unfulfillment in some people's lives; the saddest person feels the same way as the happiest person in this matter. I never think about this issue.
- Your philosophy is good.
- Do you love flowers?
- I won't say 'no.' But how true that would be is a subject for research.
- You know, once a teacher or guru of mine, whatever I call him, said, 'Never give me flowers, they cause bleeding.'
- Sounds philosophical! This could be dissected in theoretical discussion. When you've remembered the words, you'll find their meaning yourself someday.
- I search quite often...
- Do you love rivers?
- I haven't gone very close to rivers, but it's not right to say I don't love them. Even now I often want to sit by a river's edge. But I've truly never sat. Whenever I see a river, I somehow feel the river is an abandoned soul!
- Not just a soul, I say the river is classical beauty...which bears all impurities but doesn't become impure itself. If only we could find people like rivers!
- Then one day we must spend twilight with the river. The river here can't be found privately—it's packed with people.
- But one thing...Nila, you're 'quite grown up for your age!' This sometimes creates crises.
- But I can stay quite hidden!
- Can you understand urban suffering?
- What's urban suffering like?
- If I tell you, you'll say again...I haven't enjoyed city life.
- My boundary is very small—you can understand a bit by looking at Mother. Watching her urban lifestyle, sometimes I think I never want to go into such a life myself. Then again I think she's tremendously happy...having been able to live city life!
I've always felt the degree of suffering is greater in this life. There's no place for the idea that you have your own life. Much like food, you have to divide your life equally and give it to others.
- I can't read your eyes, Nila! Such a small person you are, yet you speak of suffering!
- I see people, their lived lives, their eyes, the furrows on their foreheads.
- Yes, humans live in all these. But still there are some hidden lives, some stories there too, Nila.
- Without those hidden stories, it would be terribly difficult for people to survive, that's what I think! Consolation—at least something that's only mine...doesn't everyone think like this?
- Yes, these exist in story-lives, but life's stories don't remain private.
- Have you read Shirshendu?
- No, I haven't.
- You could try reading "Parthib"! You might find yourself there. I somehow feel Shirshendu-babu had seen you.
- Tell me something about yourself.
- Strange emptiness.
- Is the surroundings empty? Or the inside?
- Life is mysteriously incomprehensible.
- I spent time with the river today.
- The river's name?
- Shitalakshya. It used to be quite something before, now it's dying!
- Is it youthful now, at this time?
- You could call it darkly youthful.
- Not secretly sad like you?
- I have no personal sorrows—whatever there is, it's all others'. I can silently bear sorrow. Yes, but I'm afraid. Tired while walking the path.
- The sense of sorrow is a feeling—it can be for others; but life has its own private attic of sadness.
- When will you read "Parthib"?
- I'll get the book tomorrow and read it.
- It might take a week to read, then I might talk to a different Nila!!
- Will you like the different Nila?
- Well, you'll understand yourself when you read, but the name "Nila," I'm saying again, is pain-stricken!
- Then you can call me by some other name.
- No, let the pain's suffering remain. Weren't you saying life becomes tasteless without hidden sorrows? Then let there be a new Nila, though Nila isn't for everyone.
- What can I say! You're a wonderful person!
- No, Nila!I carry so much darkness within me, but what I lack now is time of my own. I remain solitary in the sea of humanity... I've said too much!
- Those who have only light in their lives are merely human, not extraordinary humans.
- Life's dispassionate utterance might be... I am alive.
- Let that at least be true for oneself!
- Listen, Nila, there's a song that goes something like 'rivers are like women.' But can women truly sanctify life?
- That's quite difficult to say! I think there are perhaps some pure women in this world who truly can!
- What might the music of a dispassionate life sound like? You could share your thoughts.
- What I do in my own case, or what I believe, is this: even in the most tragic moments of conclusion, I find a reason to be happy—by any means necessary.Like this—my mother was terribly ill, what you'd call beyond hope, when I was in tenth grade. That day, the first gardenia bloomed in my garden. That's it! This one reason was enough for my well-being.
- You could call me your younger brother!!
- What are you saying! So this is how great people are! If only I could have such a vast heart someday!
- Nil, does one become great merely by growing older in years! One who is great in understanding—they are the true elder. Well then, shall we say we are contemporaries?!
- Contemporaries! I wouldn't have even that much audacity!
- Well then, we shall remain forever unseen to each other, bound in a friendship of words.
- Of course we can be friends. My good fortune. Yes, but why must we remain unseen?
- Because we can never sit face to face by the banks of the Shitalakshya.
- Why are all the beautiful moments in the world so forbidden!
- We will forget these fluid moments of today someday.
- Then what shall we keep?
- As you wish.
- Since you're giving me the burden of choice, and I'm a careless person, I'll surely lose my way at life's crossroads.
- Well then, let me say it. For you, I have no sense of time or untimeliness, no keeping or not keeping. From today, I welcome you for all eternity!
- You give so much, Nila, yet I return home utterly empty, because of those words...'Why are all the beautiful moments in the world forbidden!'Now I will become empty, little by little. Stay well, Nil!
- After this, one cannot say, stay well!
- Now let there be a full moon's death-festival.
- I want to see full moons live!
- Read "Parthib"—you might find answers to many questions.
- Yes, I will read it.
- Today's little story ends here...!
- Very well...!