Bhupen Hazarika

My husband's voice floated over the phone ' Bhupen hazarika is no more'-- I woke up from my afternoon siesta and started crying. Generations of assamese like me knew nobody's voice and songs like those of Bhupen Hazarika--affectionately called Bhupenda across all ages. The deep romantic songs like bimurta mur nishati,tumi biyar nisha, patriotic songs like aah aah ulaai aah and so many songs to touch every genre of modern assamese music. He was not just a musician he was a cultural icon who shone through all controversies and ups and downs of his life with sheer brightness of his genius personality. It will take another era of cultural revolution to give birth to another personality of his stature in our state.May his soul rest in peace.

An evening in paris

It was a lovely evening cruise along the river Sienne.The guide,a sprightly blonde in her early thirties enthusiastically spoke about numerous bridges sprawled across Sienne ,"This bridge is very special, when you pass under it, make a wish.It will be fulfilled for sure.And its also a nice place to kiss your loved ones". Everybody was excited and maybe, everyone wished for something special. I .too, closed my eyes and wished to be forever with my partner.The sun was mellowing down and the boat was just under the bridge. There was a sweet romantic song in the air and I saw hundreds of locks on the fences lining the bridge's side.As the young couple kissed ,I traveled back to the days when even a murmur in the leaves would keep me spellbound and I would write poems for him.I felt the same pain and the same longing for my partner.I just wanted to throw away all the inhibitions and embrace him.Yeah,I wanted to kiss him like I did then.But,suddenly, the magical moment passed and we crossed the bridge.As I reshuffled my seat,I looked into his eyes.I could feel it, he still loves me and he will love me forever!