Selfishly Sonalugacha. Real life story
We ran away from Arunada. Seeing him from a distance, walking on the other footpath walks bored. Sometimes or in the face of being cut off. Suddenly come back from the rear, but do not hesitate to say, 'This is Sandesh, listen to a brother!'
We all used to address strange names, even the son of a tea shop. The face-baked rickshaw was able to masquerade as 'see, I see your tongue'. He could have laugh, could laugh, But in his busy city, the crowd gathered in the busy city of his bay, and he used to be greedy and laughing loudly. Songs and laughter alone only play drama!
His family with wife and two children. When the children used to say the words, he blessed the story of 'Kabuliwala'. It seemed as if they were still a child. One of the girls went to see the girl in Baishakh. Large lakes near the gate. Arunda asked the turner to turn around. The guards thought the secret of the Baptister might have been the case. Arunada then said to the girl, 'Okay, ma'am, if I steal a mango from this tree, then will the Darwen Shahab think?' What did the girl say with her mouth or not, 'Khabar father, do not talk to me in front of my friends. I will not have any respect!
He always joked about this 'quality' of ours. He used to insist on eating tea, and if he did not want to eat, he would say, 'There is no quality tea! He will be very angry if he does not eat! '
In another Baishakh's Khan-Khan Road, he took my hand away to look for ahurdalal, so that the pulse could not be found anywhere in the world, so he crossed the territory of Bakhshirhat and traveled towards Mukirandram Hat.
The words of Dhalghat, the brother-in-law of the joint family loved the memory of all the memoirs. When he was about to talk about Bengalis, he used to get the word 'piggy bank' in his huffy shivering lips. Again, this day, standing on the footpath in Andarkilla, stood and said, Vidyasagar and Madhusudasan said. Referring to the outstanding memory of Nirad Chandra Chowdhury, I saw a light of dusky light spreading in his face, with his tangled face. He said, 'It feels great to hear them speak.'
One day, not too long ago, the real story of the pork of the truth. During a conversation with a school teacher, he once praised the pork meat, though he never touched. Afterwards, dukkiji sent pork meat to the lady's poet. Arunadha got the meat and took the risk. There is no question of taking home. At the end, after a lot of phone calls to a close friend, he tweeted another rosary tucked meat and saved his breath.
Laughing outright life forever He used to laugh out loud from his pocket and said, 'Oh, what a great poem I wrote, is not it?' If you want to get rid of 'rituals', then one can find out, one day friend Saidul Islam and I would like to say that, Bazar will be very much, but laughingly said,' I am happy that you are thinking about the paper. This is your magazine. If I die, will not you get out? ' We were both talking about goodness, but how hard was that job, especially for fifty-one self-proclaimed poet?
Ever wondered why the world's awakened heart-roaming wanderer was in conversation - why did it overwhelm the relevance of the relevance? I can not see him at the intersection of Chiragir, but he will remember his walking, walking with his words, a screaming pain of a painful pain: 'Poor country!'
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