The Miles Between Us

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“ভেবে দেখেছো কী?
তারারাও যত আলোকবর্ষ দূরে,
তারো দূরে –
তুমি আর আমি যাই ক্রমে সরে সরে...” 

Sometimes I wonder what should be the true yardstick of measuring distances. I could be a kilometre away from home, an epiphany away from finding my calling, ten pages away from tears, a phone call away from a broken heart, nine feet away from the ceiling fan, a breath away from a maddening perfume, fifteen minutes away from fame, a memory away from a smile, a song away from the universe, moments away from annihilation, a billion light-years away from myself. Do philosophers understand distance better, or Math teachers? Do we measure it with tape, or memories? Does it sleep between us, or stalk our shadows? Is it our doom, or our deliverance?

Location: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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