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Laughing Buddha
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© Bikramjit Sen
Not too far from one of the state highways in Howrah, there was a villa belonging to none other than the affluent Ghoshdostidars. Everyone living nearby knew their name, fame, wealth, and power. There was no simplicity in their house. Everything was lavish, and so was the lifestyle of the members of that family. In their villa, one can find most sorts of material comforts. We observed several servants working the whole day and even into the night. Whether it was times of monsoons, summers, or winters, the servants could not take leave except on Sundays or when severely ill, genuinely. The condition of drivers working in the family was even worse. They had to work even on Sundays. They had to work hard until they were genuinely bedridden because of severe illness. Being severely ill and that too, with no facade, was the only way for the drivers to get an escape, an off-day from service. When any servant fell ill, a dear friend of the head of the family, the family physician, was called immediately to look into the genuineness of the matter. If the grounds were serious, then only they could rest. It would never work out if the cases were otherwise. The family physician was a trusted one. He would never lie for anything.
There was an aquarium in the villa. They appointed many servants to look after that only. The Ghoshdostidars neither celebrated any festivals nor believed in providing holidays to their servants for these occasions. According to them, all these holidays were unnecessary. They thought of festive holidays as an excuse to skip the working days. So, the family did not appreciate these leaves. For them, only Sundays were genuinely a must-grant rest day, a once-a-week holiday, but that too, not for drivers.
Activities of some sort were on in the villa twenty-four hours a day. It was a residence filled with highly intellectual minds. And more gathered from the outside late in the evenings, paying visits almost regularly. The young children of the joint family of the Ghoshdostidars were tutored at home every morning from nine to twelve.
As goes the well-known proverb in Great Britain, "the empire on which the sun never sets," similarly, light never goes off totally in the Ghoshdostidar Villa. Even past midnight, we can find light in some portions of the villa. Intellectual meetings and late-night discussions with guests were a part of the daily life of the Ghoshdostidars.
And usually, some curious elderly would not sleep till four in the morning to gain more and more knowledge on different topics by reading a lot of informative and mind-boggling stuff. They had retired from office work and had set their biological clocks to nocturnal. Benjamin Franklin said in Poor Richard's Almanack early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. However, here it was N/A.
It is a well-proven fact that except for the Almighty God, a man cannot know about everything, cannot comprehend anything and everything simply by trying to gain more and more knowledge regarding various things. Hence, trying to become God in one life will always be an effort invested in vain. Even learned and wise men like the great Athenian philosopher Aristotle could not gather enough to become one.
Everything was going on as usual in the Ghoshdostidar Villa. One fine morning, the unfortunate news of the tragic death of a distant relative arrived. Some of the family felt that they should leave to reach the intended place in time where the final rites of the one who passed away were to take place. The remaining ones gave it some thought. However, they decided against it and mourned the death in the villa only.
On that day, everything seemed in disarray without a doubt. It was raining heavily outside. The school-going members had not paid a visit to their respective schools. The elderly scolded them for missing a school day. But they still insisted on taking a leave. Somehow, they absented themselves from school that day. And then this news came. Preparations for the ones planning to leave were going on in full swing. The children tutored at home from nine to twelve took advantage of the situation and were not paying attention to the things they had to study on their own this time. Adding to the trouble of all mothers, their school-going siblings, who were absent from school, encouraged them to play with them instead of studying. It was getting quite difficult for their mothers to manage everything. Although servants were there, the women in the villa felt that, as wives, it was always their firsthand moral responsibility and duty to take complete care of the needs of their spouses. Hence, they left the least for the servants to accomplish. Whenever things like packing the bags of the male members of the household arrived alongside more or less similar things, they served them happily without complaining.
The circumstances had created a hodgepodge in the villa. The driver Kamalesh, quite close to the members of the Ghosdostidar family, who were to be with the ones willing to attend the funeral rites, saw that the Laughing Buddha of the house was missing from the position where it's always to be found, kept as usual. After noticing, many bad thoughts started running across his mind. He thought that there would be a bad turn of events in the family if the Laughing Buddha statue was lost or misplaced, following the one that had already happened, although distantly. Kamalesh was treated almost like a member of the family in the Ghoshdostidar villa.
As it’s a well-known fact that, mostly, whenever and wherever one is treated with love, care, and affection amounting to any degree, one feels compelled to reciprocate the same there. And hence, the same is the case with Kamalesh. Having noted the fact that the Laughing Buddha was absent from its place where it was usually kept, panic-stricken Kamalesh ran towards the room of the chief lady in the household to highlight the dangers to her which he felt would arrive much sooner than later in the family. He thought to himself, we must place the Laughing Buddha in its place at the earliest opportunity after finding it.
The chief lady of the Ghoshdostidar family was ninety-plus. Despite that, never did she overlook the habit of her morning prayers at five o'clock sharp in the small prayer room next to her own. She was very fit, even at such a tiring age. Interestingly, most of the elderly in the family remained likewise. Hence, their rooms not being on the ground floor never inconvenienced them. She was stubborn regarding her own decisions in life. We can say that they did not lend her the light of awareness. She considered it to be boasting of one’s personality and hence disliked individuals who did so to her. She believed in providing the light of awareness to herself on her very own. Never, since her childhood days, was anyone able to teach her something because of her self-conceived views regarding the fact of providing the light of awareness. She believed that no one, simply no one, could provide anyone with the light of awareness on anything. And to her, it was one’s moral responsibility to do so, for oneself, by oneself, and for oneself in life, if one had to achieve something.
The grandmother of many, mother to some, the lady of ninety plus, was Baleshori Devi. Everyone in the Ghosdostidar villa respected and regarded her as a great woman; be it, servants, starting from the cooks, to the drivers, to all the others, and not to miss of course the members of her family. Baleshori Devi loved her grandchildren the most; much more than her sons and daughters. Grandsons and granddaughters also lovingly and playfully termed her "Balu," and sometimes she was misspelled as "Bhalu" by the infants while playing with her. Often the jovial shouts of "Bhalu! Bhalu!" could be heard in the villa whenever the grandchildren entered her home. Historically, there is a history to her name. Few in the Ghosdostidar family know about it. And the ones who knew, never shared it with the others present.
It was quite funny and strange of her parents that they weren’t able to find and fix a suitable bhalo-naam (good name) for their daughter till the age of one. Although it can't be denied that a lot of suggestions came to them. However, in their minds, they weren’t convinced by any. Neither had they found one on their own. She was referred to by her dark-naam (pet name) Khepi. Until the age of one, whenever someone asked her parents her name, they replied, "Khepi." Some also asked hearing that, what sort of name was that? Her relentless parents were tired of telling others it was her dark-naam, and her bhalo-naam wasn’t decided yet. Ultimately, they named her Baleshori after her birthplace, Balasore. It convinced both of the parents with what came to be known as her bhalo-naam.
The first name of a person is such a thing that others use the most. Hence, whenever the thought of selecting a name for their children crosses the minds of parents, they don’t want to commit a mistake by selecting one in haste. Many parents suffer from indecision, and Baleshori Devi’s parents weren’t the first. However, this much time taken to decide the first name cannot be seen often.
Kamalesh, the driver, had almost reached the door of her room. He smelled the scent of camphor even before entering. He opened the door and, to his disgrace, he found Baleshori Devi no more. Her body radiated that smell.
Alas! What a tragedy!
Rushing downstairs, Kamalesh screamed wildly, “Unfortunate! Unfortunate! Alas! What a tragedy!” Everyone in the villa, leaving all their work behind, rushed to the spot where Kamalesh was present. Kamalesh narrated to them what he saw with his own eyes. The sky broke down upon them. The tragedy shattered everyone to bits and pieces, especially Baleshori Devi's grandchildren.
Kamalesh speculated it must have resulted from that which was frightening him from deep within. Yes, the Laughing Buddha Statue! It was now too late to find it, as the mishap had already happened. But, to prevent further setbacks of any kind, a worried Kamalesh started searching the villa for that one small thing. He was family. They did not question him for doing so. Everyone was sobbing, busy consoling each other.
During his quest for the Laughing Buddha Statue, he questioned a child of the house about its whereabouts. The grandchild of Baleshori Devi informed Kamalesh that the elders of the household gave the Laughing Buddha to a visitor who offered a good amount for it. On probing more, he got the awareness that the visitor was a priest from the nearby temple of Shri Hari Vishnu and wanted to keep it on the premises of the temple. No one, absolutely no one, even the elderly, wasn’t against the decision of selling out the Laughing Buddha for a handsome sum. No one could have estimated the repercussions that followed. We all know that not everyone can have complete knowledge of all things, so maybe the philosophies related to the Laughing Buddha were not in the awareness of the Ghoshdostidars.
As soon as the child let Kamalesh know, he rushed to the temple where the priest would be available. He never gave much thought to informing anyone about where he was going. He just rushed to make things right for the Ghoshdostidar family. He felt if he could bring back that treasured possession that they had lost in the recent past, he could forbid many troubles from approaching the family much sooner than later. So he did accordingly. He had to pay a much higher price to buy it back. Not thinking of his meager salary, he gave whatever he had with him to the priest and brought back the statue of the Laughing Buddha to its resting place in the villa.
Unfortunately, his happiness did not last long. We don't know what went wrong but the members of the Ghoshdostidar family accused Kamalesh of stealing the Laughing Buddha statue from their place. We all know, and they too knew this was not true, not at all, but they still made sure that this poor man got arrested for such a crime that he never committed. It seems the society functions like this only. And people like these, who allow themselves to become nothing have no place in it. Kamalesh was tried in court.
Surprisingly, the prosecution proved him guilty in a court of law and he was sentenced to three years of rigorous imprisonment. Thanks to the almighty, he was not asked to pay a fine of a huge sum.
An honest, loyal, and dutiful man, who now had all the time in the world sitting in the prison cell to think about his life would certainly like to get the answers to all the questions unanswered.
Trust us, those questions came back and forth to Kamalesh, night and day, one after the other, haunting his existence to the core and disturbing his sanity.
Kamalesh reminds us of a master poet Michael Madhusudan Dutt.
There is never a moment in my life when she does not cross my mind! What did I do to her? What happened suddenly? Why did she dump me after showing me the light at the end of the tunnel in my journey? Do I deserve this? Are you series? How can you do this to me when I have told you how significant you are to me?
My muse without you I feel as if I am an orphan! I feel lost! When will you accept me? When?
Why is life so uncertain? Why did she suddenly go cold and distant towards me? What have I done to make her feel this way? Am I wrong, or is she making a mistake in understanding me? Is it a misjudgment? Has someone played with us and our feelings? What is the reason for her indifference? It is often said, man proposes, and God disposes. I can understand it now, truly.
I have a dream that a day will come when my country will accept me for who I am and what I want to become. When the dream is deferred it hurts that I know but I will not give up on you that is the one thing that I can assure you. I will not lose this hope. Why should I? I am an Indian. Something good will turn up someday and that will be sufficient for you to forgive me one fine day. Enough is not a word that applies to the process of waiting. It requires all the patience in the world to wait for something. It is a struggle that goes on even if someone dies. After endless waiting, the light might again reappear someday because life is a mix of shadows and darkness kept waiting for eternity. This is such a dream in my eyes for whose fulfillment even if I have to wait for ages, I won't mind. Perhaps it is all that I deserve. Perhaps, my cup has been dealt with in another measure. Perhaps, agony is the best part of my laughter and my journey, as it has truly taught me lessons that I can bet I have never found anywhere in my writings...
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope, with anything
If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness, still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope, with anything
If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
Kamalesh's lips hummed one song when he considered how he spent his life outside the prison cell. He thinks to himself what if he walked the road not taken?
Come; let me take you to a heavenly place
Where no sadness exists, no tears exist, only love remains
The first rays of the Sun wake up a morning filled with hope
Bathed in moon rays, the darkness vanishes
Sometimes, sunlight abounds! Mixes with vigour and the paths no longer mean hard!
Where the eyes roam far and see the heavenly freedom waving
Where colourful birds sing to bring the message of progress
Immersed in dreams, the flowers are laughing, where evening casts a pleasant glow
To such a dreamscape where only love is blossoming
We shall go, and get lost, no complaints or dampness there
No hate there, no one is bad, everyone goes about their lives together, hand in hand
We wonder, till now how many people from different parts of the world had to suffer from the cruelty that fate offered without mercy...
© Bikramjit Sen
Not too far from one of the state highways in Howrah, there was a villa belonging to none other than the affluent Ghoshdostidars. Everyone living nearby knew their name, fame, wealth, and power. There was no simplicity in their house. Everything was lavish, and so was the lifestyle of the members of that family. In their villa, one can find most sorts of material comforts. We observed several servants working the whole day and even into the night. Whether it was times of monsoons, summers, or winters, the servants could not take leave except on Sundays or when severely ill, genuinely. The condition of drivers working in the family was even worse. They had to work even on Sundays. They had to work hard until they were genuinely bedridden because of severe illness. Being severely ill and that too, with no facade, was the only way for the drivers to get an escape, an off-day from service. When any servant fell ill, a dear friend of the head of the family, the family physician, was called immediately to look into the genuineness of the matter. If the grounds were serious, then only they could rest. It would never work out if the cases were otherwise. The family physician was a trusted one. He would never lie for anything.
There was an aquarium in the villa. They appointed many servants to look after that only. The Ghoshdostidars neither celebrated any festivals nor believed in providing holidays to their servants for these occasions. According to them, all these holidays were unnecessary. They thought of festive holidays as an excuse to skip the working days. So, the family did not appreciate these leaves. For them, only Sundays were genuinely a must-grant rest day, a once-a-week holiday, but that too, not for drivers.
Activities of some sort were on in the villa twenty-four hours a day. It was a residence filled with highly intellectual minds. And more gathered from the outside late in the evenings, paying visits almost regularly. The young children of the joint family of the Ghoshdostidars were tutored at home every morning from nine to twelve.
As goes the well-known proverb in Great Britain, "the empire on which the sun never sets," similarly, light never goes off totally in the Ghoshdostidar Villa. Even past midnight, we can find light in some portions of the villa. Intellectual meetings and late-night discussions with guests were a part of the daily life of the Ghoshdostidars.
And usually, some curious elderly would not sleep till four in the morning to gain more and more knowledge on different topics by reading a lot of informative and mind-boggling stuff. They had retired from office work and had set their biological clocks to nocturnal. Benjamin Franklin said in Poor Richard's Almanack early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. However, here it was N/A.
It is a well-proven fact that except for the Almighty God, a man cannot know about everything, cannot comprehend anything and everything simply by trying to gain more and more knowledge regarding various things. Hence, trying to become God in one life will always be an effort invested in vain. Even learned and wise men like the great Athenian philosopher Aristotle could not gather enough to become one.
Everything was going on as usual in the Ghoshdostidar Villa. One fine morning, the unfortunate news of the tragic death of a distant relative arrived. Some of the family felt that they should leave to reach the intended place in time where the final rites of the one who passed away were to take place. The remaining ones gave it some thought. However, they decided against it and mourned the death in the villa only.
On that day, everything seemed in disarray without a doubt. It was raining heavily outside. The school-going members had not paid a visit to their respective schools. The elderly scolded them for missing a school day. But they still insisted on taking a leave. Somehow, they absented themselves from school that day. And then this news came. Preparations for the ones planning to leave were going on in full swing. The children tutored at home from nine to twelve took advantage of the situation and were not paying attention to the things they had to study on their own this time. Adding to the trouble of all mothers, their school-going siblings, who were absent from school, encouraged them to play with them instead of studying. It was getting quite difficult for their mothers to manage everything. Although servants were there, the women in the villa felt that, as wives, it was always their firsthand moral responsibility and duty to take complete care of the needs of their spouses. Hence, they left the least for the servants to accomplish. Whenever things like packing the bags of the male members of the household arrived alongside more or less similar things, they served them happily without complaining.
The circumstances had created a hodgepodge in the villa. The driver Kamalesh, quite close to the members of the Ghosdostidar family, who were to be with the ones willing to attend the funeral rites, saw that the Laughing Buddha of the house was missing from the position where it's always to be found, kept as usual. After noticing, many bad thoughts started running across his mind. He thought that there would be a bad turn of events in the family if the Laughing Buddha statue was lost or misplaced, following the one that had already happened, although distantly. Kamalesh was treated almost like a member of the family in the Ghoshdostidar villa.
As it’s a well-known fact that, mostly, whenever and wherever one is treated with love, care, and affection amounting to any degree, one feels compelled to reciprocate the same there. And hence, the same is the case with Kamalesh. Having noted the fact that the Laughing Buddha was absent from its place where it was usually kept, panic-stricken Kamalesh ran towards the room of the chief lady in the household to highlight the dangers to her which he felt would arrive much sooner than later in the family. He thought to himself, we must place the Laughing Buddha in its place at the earliest opportunity after finding it.
The chief lady of the Ghoshdostidar family was ninety-plus. Despite that, never did she overlook the habit of her morning prayers at five o'clock sharp in the small prayer room next to her own. She was very fit, even at such a tiring age. Interestingly, most of the elderly in the family remained likewise. Hence, their rooms not being on the ground floor never inconvenienced them. She was stubborn regarding her own decisions in life. We can say that they did not lend her the light of awareness. She considered it to be boasting of one’s personality and hence disliked individuals who did so to her. She believed in providing the light of awareness to herself on her very own. Never, since her childhood days, was anyone able to teach her something because of her self-conceived views regarding the fact of providing the light of awareness. She believed that no one, simply no one, could provide anyone with the light of awareness on anything. And to her, it was one’s moral responsibility to do so, for oneself, by oneself, and for oneself in life, if one had to achieve something.
The grandmother of many, mother to some, the lady of ninety plus, was Baleshori Devi. Everyone in the Ghosdostidar villa respected and regarded her as a great woman; be it, servants, starting from the cooks, to the drivers, to all the others, and not to miss of course the members of her family. Baleshori Devi loved her grandchildren the most; much more than her sons and daughters. Grandsons and granddaughters also lovingly and playfully termed her "Balu," and sometimes she was misspelled as "Bhalu" by the infants while playing with her. Often the jovial shouts of "Bhalu! Bhalu!" could be heard in the villa whenever the grandchildren entered her home. Historically, there is a history to her name. Few in the Ghosdostidar family know about it. And the ones who knew, never shared it with the others present.
It was quite funny and strange of her parents that they weren’t able to find and fix a suitable bhalo-naam (good name) for their daughter till the age of one. Although it can't be denied that a lot of suggestions came to them. However, in their minds, they weren’t convinced by any. Neither had they found one on their own. She was referred to by her dark-naam (pet name) Khepi. Until the age of one, whenever someone asked her parents her name, they replied, "Khepi." Some also asked hearing that, what sort of name was that? Her relentless parents were tired of telling others it was her dark-naam, and her bhalo-naam wasn’t decided yet. Ultimately, they named her Baleshori after her birthplace, Balasore. It convinced both of the parents with what came to be known as her bhalo-naam.
The first name of a person is such a thing that others use the most. Hence, whenever the thought of selecting a name for their children crosses the minds of parents, they don’t want to commit a mistake by selecting one in haste. Many parents suffer from indecision, and Baleshori Devi’s parents weren’t the first. However, this much time taken to decide the first name cannot be seen often.
Kamalesh, the driver, had almost reached the door of her room. He smelled the scent of camphor even before entering. He opened the door and, to his disgrace, he found Baleshori Devi no more. Her body radiated that smell.
Alas! What a tragedy!
Rushing downstairs, Kamalesh screamed wildly, “Unfortunate! Unfortunate! Alas! What a tragedy!” Everyone in the villa, leaving all their work behind, rushed to the spot where Kamalesh was present. Kamalesh narrated to them what he saw with his own eyes. The sky broke down upon them. The tragedy shattered everyone to bits and pieces, especially Baleshori Devi's grandchildren.
Kamalesh speculated it must have resulted from that which was frightening him from deep within. Yes, the Laughing Buddha Statue! It was now too late to find it, as the mishap had already happened. But, to prevent further setbacks of any kind, a worried Kamalesh started searching the villa for that one small thing. He was family. They did not question him for doing so. Everyone was sobbing, busy consoling each other.
During his quest for the Laughing Buddha Statue, he questioned a child of the house about its whereabouts. The grandchild of Baleshori Devi informed Kamalesh that the elders of the household gave the Laughing Buddha to a visitor who offered a good amount for it. On probing more, he got the awareness that the visitor was a priest from the nearby temple of Shri Hari Vishnu and wanted to keep it on the premises of the temple. No one, absolutely no one, even the elderly, wasn’t against the decision of selling out the Laughing Buddha for a handsome sum. No one could have estimated the repercussions that followed. We all know that not everyone can have complete knowledge of all things, so maybe the philosophies related to the Laughing Buddha were not in the awareness of the Ghoshdostidars.
As soon as the child let Kamalesh know, he rushed to the temple where the priest would be available. He never gave much thought to informing anyone about where he was going. He just rushed to make things right for the Ghoshdostidar family. He felt if he could bring back that treasured possession that they had lost in the recent past, he could forbid many troubles from approaching the family much sooner than later. So he did accordingly. He had to pay a much higher price to buy it back. Not thinking of his meager salary, he gave whatever he had with him to the priest and brought back the statue of the Laughing Buddha to its resting place in the villa.
Unfortunately, his happiness did not last long. We don't know what went wrong but the members of the Ghoshdostidar family accused Kamalesh of stealing the Laughing Buddha statue from their place. We all know, and they too knew this was not true, not at all, but they still made sure that this poor man got arrested for such a crime that he never committed. It seems the society functions like this only. And people like these, who allow themselves to become nothing have no place in it. Kamalesh was tried in court.
Surprisingly, the prosecution proved him guilty in a court of law and he was sentenced to three years of rigorous imprisonment. Thanks to the almighty, he was not asked to pay a fine of a huge sum.
An honest, loyal, and dutiful man, who now had all the time in the world sitting in the prison cell to think about his life would certainly like to get the answers to all the questions unanswered.
Trust us, those questions came back and forth to Kamalesh, night and day, one after the other, haunting his existence to the core and disturbing his sanity.
Kamalesh reminds us of a master poet Michael Madhusudan Dutt.
There is never a moment in my life when she does not cross my mind! What did I do to her? What happened suddenly? Why did she dump me after showing me the light at the end of the tunnel in my journey? Do I deserve this? Are you series? How can you do this to me when I have told you how significant you are to me?
My muse without you I feel as if I am an orphan! I feel lost! When will you accept me? When?
Why is life so uncertain? Why did she suddenly go cold and distant towards me? What have I done to make her feel this way? Am I wrong, or is she making a mistake in understanding me? Is it a misjudgment? Has someone played with us and our feelings? What is the reason for her indifference? It is often said, man proposes, and God disposes. I can understand it now, truly.
I have a dream that a day will come when my country will accept me for who I am and what I want to become. When the dream is deferred it hurts that I know but I will not give up on you that is the one thing that I can assure you. I will not lose this hope. Why should I? I am an Indian. Something good will turn up someday and that will be sufficient for you to forgive me one fine day. Enough is not a word that applies to the process of waiting. It requires all the patience in the world to wait for something. It is a struggle that goes on even if someone dies. After endless waiting, the light might again reappear someday because life is a mix of shadows and darkness kept waiting for eternity. This is such a dream in my eyes for whose fulfillment even if I have to wait for ages, I won't mind. Perhaps it is all that I deserve. Perhaps, my cup has been dealt with in another measure. Perhaps, agony is the best part of my laughter and my journey, as it has truly taught me lessons that I can bet I have never found anywhere in my writings...
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope, with anything
If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness, still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope, with anything
If you see the wonder, of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
Kamalesh's lips hummed one song when he considered how he spent his life outside the prison cell. He thinks to himself what if he walked the road not taken?
Come; let me take you to a heavenly place
Where no sadness exists, no tears exist, only love remains
The first rays of the Sun wake up a morning filled with hope
Bathed in moon rays, the darkness vanishes
Sometimes, sunlight abounds! Mixes with vigour and the paths no longer mean hard!
Where the eyes roam far and see the heavenly freedom waving
Where colourful birds sing to bring the message of progress
Immersed in dreams, the flowers are laughing, where evening casts a pleasant glow
To such a dreamscape where only love is blossoming
We shall go, and get lost, no complaints or dampness there
No hate there, no one is bad, everyone goes about their lives together, hand in hand
We wonder, till now how many people from different parts of the world had to suffer from the cruelty that fate offered without mercy...
