r. ❤

(hums a tune couple times)

- maa, what was that song you used to play

(I look up, listen, can spot the song)

-- aalote aalote dhaka (flooded by light, endless light)

- right. you know there is something about the song that gives me chills.

(I search up and start playing it on YouTube)

-- really. chills. Any specific part. Or the song as such or the music.

- I don't know. Perhaps the tune. And yes this, these words...

(song plays on)

Amar eeshwar chine nebe away

Ami dnariye tar dorjay...

(My creator will take me as I am,

here I wait at his threshold)

-- hm. And why is it, do you know, that these words give you shivers.

- it's something about their feel, the words are powerful. dark, and then a lot of light. see, gives me goosebumps.

(I am lying on her lap looking up at her, as she thinks, pauses, talks with her big deer eyes trying to put words to something unknown but potent she was sensing because it touched her. she is ten.)

-- hm. you look beautiful btw. from where I am looking. 

gaan ta aar ekbar shunbi ? 

I ask.