Brishti Elo Jhepe – She never fails me!

And then to soothe the battered soul

And then with a plea for caress like a child

With the passion of sixteen year old

With hope and amour in her eyes she smiled

 

The sky starts crying and I am too,

Thinking of how I’m missing you.

I miss your hugs and gentle touch,

Unspoken words showing you care how much.

 

I cherish the way you kiss me and make me feel,

Waiting for you, yet I feel all your touches as real.

Now as I look up at the dark clouds above,

I’m thinking of you, and I think I’m still in love.

 

My hair is wet, my feet are wet,

I couldn’t be much wetter.

I fell into a river once

But this is even better.

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Poyla Boishakh (Bengali New Year), and it rained. Brishti came to me, my year is made. I know whatever happens, she will be with me this time. While coming back, I absorbed her, and then in auto I started humming, first – “Bristi Bristi Bristi, se je kon oporup shrishti…”; and then as the rain intensified, another one in Bengali, and this time in full volume – “Ay bristi  jhepe, chal debo mepe…” The Auto driver either was fultu annoyed or took me for a madman. Its OK, as there’s few in this world who can match my madness…