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“What a difference a day makes
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It’s heaven when you
Find romance on your menu
What a difference a day makes
And the difference is you
What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It’s heaven when you
Find romance on your menu
What a difference a day makes
And the difference is you”—Maria Grever & Stanley Adams
Now,
at this very moment
I am thinking of her
who lost her husband,
a renowned singer*
in a road accident yesterday.
“What a diff’rence a day makes
Twenty-four little hours….”
He was only forty seven
and father of a six year old
girl.
In a green sari,
stunned, she stands
in disbelief,
beside the bed
Where lies he
among wreathes
and grieving followers.
Could we see her heart
now a stormy sea
where floated he
in waves of memories
upon brine water
that would not roll down her cheeks
but vaporize in the flame of grief?
“What a difference a day makes
And the difference is you.”
She stood firm.
Composed.
Resilience, thy name is Woman.
*Kalika Prasad Bhattacharya was a singer, researcher and a legendary exponent of Bengal’s folk heritage. He was killed yesterday in a car accident. Here in Bengal we are all heartbroken.
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