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"I have known music to be her timeless reverberation in a forlorn corner of my soul; just when life was closing down upon me with its pangs of haunting silence."
"Hope is the point the 'world within' comes to an equilibrium with the 'world around'."
"The cold that my body feels can be comforted by pullovers of our choices. It is the winter that comes back each year, inevitably; is how we are connected on the face of time. A sweet suffering of forever..."
"My poverty, I know, was glamorous because trading you, my love, for a better life is outright heinous."
"Love was the day when she drank and I felt quenched."
"Life, ever since, had been one gripping tale. Your happening gave it a genre."
"Want is the soul's desire. Need, the mind's crave. Love, thus, I believe, is a bit of both."
"Art is how you lie to the world without ever feeling sinned."
"Sorrow is true and beyond the powers of healing, when you can taste the oceans on your lips."

SAVERA. An art of unrequited love – Part 3

SAVERA. An art of unrequited love – Part 3
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Sunday, July 28, 2013 |

Sobhan Pramanik

I was in the plains but my soul remained in Manali. Somewhere amidst those mountains and the pine forest; learning to play the Harmonica from Savera…

My patience was undergoing the test of time. I wanted to leave my college midway and return to Manali. I wanted to sit by the rumbling stream of mountain water and listen to her play the harmonica. I wanted to lie down on the grass by her and see the sun play hide and seek with the clouds. I wanted to spend every single moment of my awaiting life with her….

SAVERA. An art of unrequited love – Part 2

SAVERA. An art of unrequited love – Part 2
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Sunday, July 21, 2013 |

A harmonica playing girl, who wore a threadbare frock, had a light brown complexion and sombre hair.
Well, this was Manali’s first gift to me for the love and respect I had showed to this place in all these years. Every gift deserves to be treated with utmost care but some deserves to be loved as well. She was one such gift…

SAVERA. An art of unrequited love – Part 1

SAVERA. An art of unrequited love – Part 1
~ Sobhan Pramanik | Wednesday, July 17, 2013 |

Part 1
It was early March, the onset of summer in the plains and the Gulmohars were starting to blossom. My college term had ended and like every year I was all set to leave for the hills, to my grandparents place in Manali.

As the train drew out of the station and started to gain speed along stretches of overgrown meadows,
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