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Neruda’s love is formless yet all-consuming, just like the song "কুমারী" by Meghdol. The idea of loving before love itself begins, before words can define it, before the mind can catch up with the heart—this is what "কুমারী" expresses so beautifully.

"আমার হৃদয় প্রবল ঝোঁকে চাপ দেয় তোমার হৃদয়ে" ........ "আমি তোমাকে প্রেমের আগে, তোমার প্রেমকে ভালোবাসি।"

It's beautiful how Music holds the weight of all the words we struggle to say, all the feelings too vast for language. It captures the spaces between words, the quiet pauses, the unsaid confessions....turning emotions into something you can hear, feel, and live inside.

Watching films feels like finding myself thinking anew, learning the unlearned. The Movie "Samantaral" left me with a fresh pair of eyes, gifted by Sujan. I may not have the courage to declare, with unwavering conviction, that I fully support homosexuality. I am not entirely sure where I stand on the statement. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But I do feel something—a kind of empathy. Not pity. Just a deep sense of empathy when I see that they are deprived of even the most basic respect in society.

And from that empathy, a strange pity arises, not for them, but for the rest of society. For the men and women who are slowly becoming intellectually crippled, incapable of thinking beyond their limited worldview, unwilling to see things from a new perspective. They live confined within the vision of their own two eyes, satisfied with the bare minimum of understanding. It is them I pity. And, perhaps, myself too.

We have never seen a horse's egg, yet that does not mean the concept does not exist. It does. We encounter metaphorical "horse eggs" every day, consume them without question. When people exist, so do their ideas—yet we remain tangled in endless doubts. Of course, there are crimes in this world, psychological disorders too, but this? This is not a crime. These people simply want to live their lives freely, on their own terms.