" ey tumi kemon tumi chokher taaraay aaynaa dhawro/ ey kemon kanna tomaar aamaay jawkhon aador kawro"

The train was on time.
I reached right on time, so I didn't miss it, I returned home.

I returned with too many questions and with a few answers as well.

And with rain in my ears, with storm in my heart, with smoke in my lungs; with boundaries made, erased and redrawn, I returned, from the play of half-light and shadows.

But I could afford to return on time, I have learnt playing dangerous games.. And in the process I have snipped off some parts of me, discovered some other, all to the end it feels really scary: the fire of the woman waking.

Here I have some more to add:
Sometimes you need to fall apart, so you can put the right pieces together. Sometimes you need travelling very, very far, so you can come back home stronger.