I am witness to a story of two intimate souls—immersed in depths of longing and friendship they fleeted time. I saw them together when the world was isolated. I saw them help each other when none helped. Their longing, their passion for each other formed their friendship.
Wherever and howsoever they played, they played as a team, mostly against the witness. Their triumph, their joy, their pending trophies form a natural bond. Tears roll out of their eyes if they even dream of isolation. Innumerable reprimands did I get, numerous derisions did I receive, but I hadn't seen any two individuals remain as a close as that (no pun intended), both in heart and in soul.
Their feet took them to the farthest of places; sometimes to Meghdoot when mostly lies initiated it. I have been seeing them for the last four years (nearly) and haven't noticed a single change in their relation. When I first witnessed such a sight in every Bengali class, I was amazed; even others were close—but their closeness has faded away now while not theirs. Maybe there had been some establishment of distance, but that never made their minds get away from each other. That's why I call them "The Inseparable Souls".
2014 shall be a year to "remember" (at COSMOS indeed!).
