It’s a romantic night by any standards. Even the air on the roof feels cool despite the high temperatures and humidity. Walking to and fro with my beautiful new bride, I am in heaven, happier than I have been in years. I keep an eye on the door as people are occasionally coming and going. When no one is present, I take Shilpi’s hand in my own and proclaim my undying love for her.
Stopping for a moment, she looks deeply into my eyes and assures me;
Tomar sate naroke zabo.
'I would follow you to hell.'
Friday, December 29, 2006
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