Your smiling face nestles in my eyes. I feel your presence in the the empty chair at Room no.5. I miss your naughty liveliness behind your innocent, love-sruck eyes when found hanging around with Meghna. I can hear your voice ‘Mr.Ghosh’ quietly receding into the boundless horizon. I feel the stabbing pain inside. Perhaps you can see the lighted candles, in the shape of a heart, in the Covered Court. The candles flicker beacuse you linger past them like a whiff of ageless fragrance . You can possibly see the harvest of our heart’s wishes written in English, Hindi, Bengali, Korean, French …! Keon Hee, you are free, not earth-bound. you have dissolved your form into the formless. You have embraced the endless, the eternal.
