না বলা কথায় আমি তোমাকে চাই

While some people are happy with all the independence, the literal and figurative high, the beauty that others give, I continue to miss you dear old beloved mine, without an ounce of shame of belonging with you, even through you abandoned me.

I shall forever cherish your old customs, saari clad bhuri, bajarer bag, white Punjabi, weekend jilipi, sultry heat, dirty mud, auto te prem, Bela Bose, Benimadhob, quite lanes, quieter nights, because, I do not have consistency problems, and when I love, I love.

My city of joy,
I love you.
Happy Birthday!