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“Every quote, every book, every film seemed to suggest that ‘one day’ someone would come into my life and love me with an intensity and a passion I had never experienced before. And to their credit they were right; It all came and went so fast it really did feel as if it were just ‘one day’....”

“It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again. It was the look that gave him away. I’d know that look anywhere… It used to be my everything.”

“I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.”

“When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore. I was just me. I was whole again. I was just a person – like everyone else.”

“I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.”

“With you in my life I felt like I could conquer anything. It was as if I was on top of the world and even the stars themselves were just within my grasp. But without you …. even getting through the day is hard.”

“You can miss places. You can miss people. Just know that what you’re really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again…. see them again…. you can’t go back. They’re not the same. You’re not the same. The loss of them changed you.”

“Though I never really had you…. … to me you will always be the one that got away.”

“You’re everything to me. But at best, I’m just a memory to you.”

“It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life… But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday…. ….. and you’ll erase me completely.”

“A kiss…. ….. is just a kiss…. Until it’s all you reminisce. (Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)”

“I still think of you every day. But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.”

“For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.”

“Imagination and recollection of cherished memories of the pastimes are closely related. We do not recall memories verbatim. As our perspective changes regarding our place in the world, we shift through our recollections and revise our memories. People possess the ability to edit their memories by repressing unbearable episodes and highlighting incidences that generate fond memories. How we perceive and comprehend ourselves in the past, the present, and the future shapes our evolving sense of self. Humankind’s ability to repress unpleasant events and humankind’s ability to act as the solo editors of our germinating awareness of the world that we occupy is ultimately responsible for activating our metamorphosing sense of identity.”

“If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it. You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart. How can you? He has it.”

“If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.”

“I had someone once who made every day mean something. And now…. I am lost…. And nothing means anything anymore.”

“She tried to remember all the times she had spoken to him. She replayed every moment she could remember at the beach last week. Not once had she led him to believe that she liked him improperly. And yet, last night, he had appeared as if she had invited him. She had given herself so willingly, so lasciviously, that he must have thought she had desired him all along. Perhaps she had, or perhaps she had not realised how pleasurable intimacy could be.”

“That was our first home. Before I felt like an island in an ocean, before Calcutta, before everything that followed. You know it wasn’t a home at first but just a shell. Nothing ostentatious but just a rented two-room affair, an unneeded corridor that ran alongside them, second hand cane furniture, cheap crockery, two leaking faucets, a dysfunctional doorbell, and a flight of stairs that led to, but ended just before the roof (one of the many idiosyncrasies of the house), secured by a sixteen garrison lock, and a balcony into which a mango tree’s branch had strayed. The house was in a building at least a hundred years old and looked out on a street and a tenement block across it. The colony, if you were to call it a colony, had no name. The house itself was seedy, decrepit, as though a safe-keeper of secrets and scandals. It had many entries and exits and it was possible to get lost in it. And in a particularly inspired stroke of whimsy architectural genius, it was almost invisible from the main road like H.G. Wells’ ‘Magic Shop’. As a result, we had great difficulty when we had to explain our address to people back home. It went somewhat like this, ‘... take the second one from the main road….and then right after turning left from Dhakeshwari, you will see a bird shop (unspecific like that, for it had no name either)… walk straight in and take the stairs at the end to go to the first floor, that’s where we dwell… but don’t press the bell, knock… and don't walk too close to the cages unless you want bird-hickeys…’’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari')”

“He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have…”

“The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air…. touching your skin… … Saying goodbye…. The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.”

“He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.”

“Spring returns to my lonely chamber, Once more spring grass is lush and green. Some red plum blossoms are open, Others have yet to bloom. I grind tea bricks into fine jade powder In a pot carved with azure clouds, Still under the spell of the morning's dream, Till all of a sudden I am woken By a jug of spring. Flower shadows press at the double gate, Pale moonlight silvers the translucent curtains. A beautiful evening! Three times in two years We've missed the spring. Come back without further ado And let's enjoy our fill of this spring!”

“I know he wasn’t perfect… But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.”

“I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.”

“Something must be said for childhood favourites where, as adults, we take a bite and are instantly transported back to lunch in Nana's kitchen or a family Christmas dinner. We find fondness in home-cooked, comfort food where the 'comfort' is mostly reminiscence.”

“এরা কে? তার মানে, অনেক কাল আগেকার মানুষও কি মিছিলে যোগ দিয়েছে? ঐ তো, মিছিলের মাঝখানে ইসলাম খাঁর আমলের খাটো-ধুতি-পরা ঢাকাবাসী! এমনকি তারো আগে চালের বস্তা বোঝাই নৌকা বেয়ে যারা সোনারগাঁও যাতায়াত করতো তারাও এসেছে। বাঙলা বাজার, তাঁতীবাজারের মানুষ লুপ্ত-খালের হিম হৃদপিণ্ড থেকে উঠে এসেছে? ঐ তো ইব্রাহিম খাঁর আমলে শাহজাদা খসরুর সঙ্গে সংঘর্ষে নিহত পাগড়ি-পরা সেপাইরা। শায়েস্তা খাঁর টাকায়-আট-মন-চালের আমলে না-খেয়ে-মরা মানুষ দেখে ওসমান আঁতকে ওঠে। ৩০০ বছর ধরে তাদের খাওয়া নাই- কালো চুলের তরঙ্গ উড়িয়ে তারা এগিয়ে চলে। মোগলের হাতে মার-খাওয়া, মগের হাতে মার-খাওয়া, কোম্পানীর বেনেদের হাতে মার-খাওয়া - সব মানুষ না এলে কি মিছিল এত বড়ো হয়? রেসকোর্সের কালীবাড়ির ইটের শুকনা পড়ত খুলে খাঁড়া হাতে নেমে এসেছে মারাঠা পুরোহিত, মজনু শাহের ফকিররা এসেছে, ঐ তো বুড়ো আঙুল-কাটা মুষ্ঠির ঘাই ছুঁড়তে ছুঁড়তে যাচ্ছে মসলিন তাঁতী, তাদের কালো কালো খালি গা রোদে ঝলসায়। ৪০০০ টাকা দামের জামদানী-বানানো তাঁতীদের না-খাওয়া হাডডিসার উদোম শরীর আজ সোজা হেঁটে চলেছে। সায়েবদের হাতে গুলিবিদ্ধ বাবুবাজার মসজিদের ইমাম মোয়াজ্জিন মুসল্লিরা চলেছে, বিড়বিড় করে আয়াত পড়ার বদলে তারা আজ হুঙ্কার দিচ্ছে, 'বৃথা যেতে দেবো না!' লালমুখো সাহেবদের লেলিয়ে-দেওয়া নবাব আবদুল গনি-রূপলাল মোহিনীমোহনের শ্বাদন্তের কামড়ে-ক্ষতবিক্ষত লালবাগ কেল্লার সেপাইরা আসে, ভিক্টোরিয়া পার্কের পামগাছ থেকে গলায় দড়ি ছিঁড়ে নেমে আসে মীরাটের সেপাই, বেরিলির সেপাই, স্বন্দীপ-সিরাজগঞ্জ-গোয়ালন্দের সেপাই। না হে, তাতেও কুলায় না। যুগান্তর অনুশীলনের বেনিয়ান ও ধুতি-পরা মাতৃভক্ত যুবকেরা আসে, তাদের মাঝখানে কলতাবাজারে নিহত ছেলে ২টিকে আলাদা করে চেনা যায়। নারিন্দার পুলের তলা থেকে ধোলাই খালের রক্তাক্ত ঢেউ মাথায় নিয়ে চলে আসে সোমেন চন্দ। ঐ তো বরকত! মাথার খুলি উড়ে গেছে, দেখে একটু ভয় পেলেও ওসমান সামলে ওঠে। এত মানুষ! নতুন পানির উজান স্রোতে ঢাকার অতীত বর্তমান সব উথলে উঠেছে আজ, ঢাকা আজ সকাল-দুপুর-বিকাল-রাত্রি বিস্মৃত, তার পূর্ব-পশ্চিম-উত্তর দক্ষিন নাই, সপ্তদশ-অষ্টাদশ-উনবিংশ-বিংশ শতাব্দীর সকল ভেদচিহ্ন আজ লুপ্ত। সীমাহীন কাল সীমাহীন স্থান অধিকারে জন্য ঢাকা আজ একাগ্রচিত্ত। ওসমানের বুক কাঁপে; এই বিশাল প্রবাহের সঙ্গে সে কতোদূর যেতে পারবে? কতোদূর? গোলক পাল লেনের মুখে কলের নিচে কাঁপতে-থাকা কলসি যেমন পানিতে ভরে স্থির হয়, আমাদের ওসমান গনির বুকটাও দেখতে দেখতে পূর্ণ হলো, এই অবিচ্ছিল স্রোতধারার ক্ষুদ্রতম ১টি কণা হয়েও তো সেই এই হৃৎপিন্ডে তাপ বোধ করতে পারছে। তাই বা কম কিসে? ভরা-বুকে মুষ্টিবধ হাত তুলে সে হুঙ্কার দেয়, 'বৃথা যেতে দেবো না'।”

“Your mother, she used to be adventurous then, and... so *alive*. She was just about the liveliest, happiest person I'd ever met." He smiled at the memory. "She had this laugh. I swear it's why I married her, Laila, for that laugh. It bull-dozed you. You stood no chance against it." A wave of affection overcame Laila. From then on, she would always remember Babi this way: reminiscing about Mammy, with his elbows on the rock, hands cupping his chin, his hair ruffled by the wind, eyes crinkled against the sun.”

“No person is more ruthlessly cheated than someone strip-mined of his or her ability to recall the vibrancy of the past. After all, what would any person be if robbed of all sense of long-term memory? Without memories, all that any person would know about life is if he or she was hungry or thirsty, cold or hot. Without memories of the past and shredded of any illusion of a future there cannot be a frame for our existence. Without a sense of memory, we lack cognition of the very essence of our being. In absence of our memories, there can be no introspection, no ethical awareness, and no devotion, loyalty, or love.”

“I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.”

“I try to do something positive – I socialise more… But deep down I know the truth. An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.”

“I had always wanted to hear those words. I had always wanted to be your girl.”

“Chodziłam po domu i mamrotałam coś do siebie. Kiedy człowiek jest starszy, takie zajęcie sprawia przyjemność. Rozprawiasz się, z kim chcesz, wygłaszasz repliki, które nie przyszły ci do głowy w danej chwili, uśmiechasz się na miłe wspomnienie, odtwarzasz rejestr zdarzeń, ilekroć masz na to ochotę, żeby zrozumieć, dlaczego sprawy potoczyły się tak, a nie inaczej. Całe twoje życie jest tam, z tobą, w tym samym pokoju. Twoje plany są raczej planami z przeszłości niż planami na przyszłość.”