Today as I sit down
in my home in the crowded Tinkonia Bagicha area of Cuttack, I find every little
bit of my heart has come out of my chest and flown to another world.
That very heart, to
which I have been listening ever since I was a child, something that I have
never seen, something that none can ever see, ever, not at all. That heart
which, who knows lies hidden where, in which unknown embryo; but instead of
lying curled up in the innocence of love, it comes out, elongated, eventuall