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[ This is an interview of Indrani Raimedhi madam (IRM), taken by Sanhita Baruah (SB) and Abhinav Bhattacharyya (AB) published in the 2012-13 issue of AECIAN, the annual magazine of Assam Engineering College.] Indrani Raimedhi is a well-known journalist, columnist and writer. She is an Assistant Editor features in The Assam Tribune, a premier English newspaper of the North East region. Author of eight books, she has been the resource person in IGNOU's phone in radio programme on creative writing. Her books have been selected for purchase by the Raja Ram Mohan Roy Library Foundation and the US Library of Congress. In 2004 she was awarded the Kunjabala Devi Award for Investigative Journalism on women's issues. Her fortnightly column ‘The Third Eye’ appears in The Assam Tribune, and has enjoyed great popularity. SB: Madam, we know that your journey in writing started pretty early and you have been writing since your school days. When was it that you realised that you ...

Let that summer be yours and this winter, it will be mine to keep... the ever expanding white and the naked tree standing alone shamelessly let the green that once was, be yours  and this pallidity will be mine to keep... the coldness the sun fails to obliterate the darkness that falls sooner than ever let that warmth bygone be yours this solitude will be mine to keep...

Once in a lifetime, LOVE enters stealthily through the backdoor of your home built with  high walls, sits in your parlour for a while, so quietly that you don't discover its presence  until it has made its home inside yours... and then it acquaints you with the paradise it  brings..and you, like a little child with her new doll, spend your days and nights inebriating  the contentment it gives.. and LOVE, like an old neighbour, like a sibling, becomes your  habit... But then it decides to leave, leaving you alone in your empty house like a feeble mother of a  debauched son ..  and when it does, it never goes as stealthily as it came... it finds its way to the front door  and walks out breaking the walls you had once built to protect the home which just  collapsed.. but you pick up the broken pieces, and build a wall stronger ... :)

His silence was depressing His emotions, hidden He couldn't fake a smile anymore Her silence was her answer her integrity, overt She embraced his sorrow henceforth He walked a million miles away she followed his steps till the end of the day her tears were her love his hatred, her strength she bore the adversities, yet walked forth his heart did melt in oblivion, his misery was he couldn't evade her love anymore His silence was warm his emotions, at peace he took to mend the heart he once tore her perseverance was answered their love bloomed and they didn't need words anymore...