ব্যাঙ্ক থেকে ফেরার পথে দেখি চারটে লোক মন্দির এর মেজে তে আরাম সে বসে, চা হাতে "work culture" নিয়ে গভীর আলোচনা করছে. কাজের দিনে এমনি আরামের চাকরি আর কোথায় পাব? বুঝলুম যে ঠিক জায়গা তেই জন্মেছি. ল্যাধ খেয়ে জীবন তা কেটে যাবে বোধ হয়ে.

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