Whether the experience was sweet or sour, let's put that aside. Unexpectedly I came up with a short poem, in Bengali, on this occasion. Lemme put that here:
Mone aachhe ki? Aaj
theke du' bachhar aage
Dekha hoyechhilo
kothao, aar sabar saathe.
Aadh ghanta baire
line e daariye thakar par
Ekta thanda
conference room er bhitar.
Du'to bachhar keman
adbhut bhabe kete gelo,
Natun
project-shahar-lok-bench -- sab i dekha holo.
Anander ek uchchhas
aaj dekha jaachchhe sabar maajh khane,
Anekei ebar khuje
nebe swadhin hawar maane.
Du' bachhar par ... anekei beriye jaabe. Du' bachhar par, jara berobe naa, tader anekei upore uthe jaabe.
Aar jara baaki thakbe? Nai ba likhlaam tader katha.
