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A book called life..

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January manei "boi mela". Chotto belaye ma'r sathe shei maidan e boyi'r ei utsob dekhte jawar excitement ta puro aladai ekta experience chilo. Lok joner bhir, dhulo ora hawaye notun boyi'r gondho ar din er sheshe shei ben-fish er stall teke khabar kine pukurer dhare dariye phowara dakha. Barite phire line kore notun shob boyi gulo ke rakha ar ek-ek kore tule, ghata. Oi shei, "hono-shingh doctor" ar "feluda" er golpo teke niye, E.Nesbit ar Ruskin Bond er short stories. Library membership ar crossword book store er sofa thakte ar ajkal boyi kenar khub ekta dorkar porena. Tai maidan teke uthe jawar por ar ato bochor jawa hoyeni. Aj Ma'r jonmodin. Bollo, "Chol, book fair ghure ashi", tai gelam. Shei nostalgia. Ma'r sathe dokan-dokan e ghora, boyi tule ghata, loker bhir, dhuloshe haway notun boyi'r gondho. Bari phire ekhon abar notun boyi gulo niye boshbo. Ben fish ar phowara dakha ta nahaye holona kintu shei memory lane gul

সবাই প্রেমে হাবু-ডুবু খাচ্ছে. জাতা ব্যাপার.

Every time...EVERY DAMN TIME..its the same thing..

Its for the best, you say.. Well, I'll never know, shall I? How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

Patriotism of the highest order, maybe...

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আমি ভূত হলে পুরো psyco ভূত হব.হাত-টিমা-টিম-টিম

A Sovereign, Socialist, Secular, Democratic Republic

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"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is lead forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action- Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake." -Rabindranath Tagore

Déjà vu

For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun.

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A river soaked in the setting sun.  A soft breeze and gentle waters.  A thought, a dream.  A life to live, a cause to exist.  Stop awhile, lost in time.  The river holds many secrets.  So many questions, a whisper, a song..  Fleeting moments, a lifetimes treasure.  All the while, passing along.

Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.

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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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A cold winter evening, an empty road. As the mist descends and evening turns to night, I took the longest walk back home from the metro station.Passing by the dark lanes and the broken down huts, past the damp field, under the big tree and dark houses. A pat for the shivering dog as the rare passerby walks past at lightning pace, covered from head to toe, I trudged along at the slowest possible pace and all there was to it, was an overbearing sense of melancholy. An old joke, it has lost its meaning; A new one, has lost its cause. Is there always a light at the end of the tunnel? Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. -Robert Frost

A conked out laptop to start the new year. B-E-A-utiful. Now I believe the Mayan's. Dooms year it is.

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking.   Number two is death.  Death is number two! Does that sound right?  This means to the average person, if you go  to a funeral, you're better off in the  casket than doing the eulogy. Jerry Seinfeld

“For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.” -T.S.Eliot