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All love becomes necessary, Amitava for the time we have it to hold. Love once had, then gone, batters and bruises us from the inside out. No one can see our suffering, we are alone in it, without any means of helping ourselves deal with it. Our beings become numb when those we love are gone from sight. We question why we ever loved, now knowing the price of it. It is a very difficult thing to go through, Amitava, but you are doing the right thing, writing of your feelings and emotions. Your poetry has been deepened, it's meanings especially, because of what you are dealing with. Poem after poem is a beautiful tribute to Rakhee, it is all a perfect poetical diary of your love.