Pranay, pranay, pranay, pranay. I wonder if I take your name again and again you would appear before me. Wish I could look at you all my life. I love you Pranay Bagchi. I don’t know what kind of love this is. I know its the kind that wants to see you often. The kind that did do anything for you to see you well. The kind that did die for you and even live for you without telling you of it all. I love the little bird, now and forever you’ll be on my mind. And maybe someday the winds will whisper this in your ears…maybe you’ll know of this magic that flows from you to me to you…bless you beautiful soul…