But our প্রণয় was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to সঙ্গীত no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own হৃদয় rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own হৃদয় beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if আপনি feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where আপনি stand, অথবা walk, অথবা lie, অথবা dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.