Second innings-er second din.
Sokaale othar ovvesh kobbe chhere gechhe. Maa-er kolyane konorokome hachor-pachor kore uthe, bus e dhostadhosti kore office-e asha. Notun manager-er songe dyakha holo. Mondo laglo na lokti ke. Sokkal sokkal du khana khobor pelum. Ek - location change hobe - to Bantala. Dui - ekhon kodin bench e thakte hobe. Khoborgulo bhalo na mondo, theek bujhte parlam na. Bodhsokti gulo dheere dheere jeno kirokom lope pachhe. Kichhutei jeno kono fark pore na.
Prothom khoborti songe songe pachaar kore dilam. Sei shune du bondhu dukkhito, ek bondhu khushi. Kahin khushi kahin gham.
Machine pai nai. Amar temporary cubicle ta mondo noy. In fact, besh bhaloi. Ekkebare konar last seat. Amar pokkhe ideal. Eta jar seat chhilo, tar naam Rupayon. Ki kore janlam? Se cubicle-er wall-e laal ronger marker diye nijer signature jukto landscape enke geche - kureghor, jongol,nodi, maath.
Kureghorer peechoner gaachtay ektao pata nei keno k jaane. Pataheen gaach dekhe amar bheeshon mon kharap kore. Drawer e ekta marker pore ache dekhlum. Patagulo jure debo ki na bhabchi. Drawer e besh koyekta magazine o ache dekhlam. Inter organization specific. Dekhte sundor magazine gulo. First issuetar patagulo yellow, printed.Laal laal patar kolka. Arekta magazine bell-shaped.Cute.schooler moral science class-er project-er kotha mone pore jachhe.
Ashe-paashe sobai khub kaj korchhe. Amar magazine-er gyangorbho article porte porte dhuluni chole aschhe. Bhaggis opaarer cubicle-e call cholche. Tai majhe majhe chomke chomke uthchhi. Ekebaare ghumiye porini ekhono.
Ek khana lombaa lunch sere elaam ektu agey. Ekhane "Crossword" achhe. Byas! Ami ghayel! Abar ek khana boi kine fellum. Seta ber kore porte shuru korbo ki na bhabchi. Bhaggis ekhaane beshidin thakbo na! Noile du dine fotur hoye jetam. Kaajer jaygay kajless hoye boshe thakte ki birokto lagey! Bari jete onek deri ekhono.
Purono jayga k ekhono keno j bheeshon bhabe miss korchhina! May be the feeling that I have left has not yet sunk in. Or may be it has sunk in so well that I have really moved on without even realising. Anyways, dyakha jaak, what future has in store for me...
Sokaale othar ovvesh kobbe chhere gechhe. Maa-er kolyane konorokome hachor-pachor kore uthe, bus e dhostadhosti kore office-e asha. Notun manager-er songe dyakha holo. Mondo laglo na lokti ke. Sokkal sokkal du khana khobor pelum. Ek - location change hobe - to Bantala. Dui - ekhon kodin bench e thakte hobe. Khoborgulo bhalo na mondo, theek bujhte parlam na. Bodhsokti gulo dheere dheere jeno kirokom lope pachhe. Kichhutei jeno kono fark pore na.
Prothom khoborti songe songe pachaar kore dilam. Sei shune du bondhu dukkhito, ek bondhu khushi. Kahin khushi kahin gham.
Machine pai nai. Amar temporary cubicle ta mondo noy. In fact, besh bhaloi. Ekkebare konar last seat. Amar pokkhe ideal. Eta jar seat chhilo, tar naam Rupayon. Ki kore janlam? Se cubicle-er wall-e laal ronger marker diye nijer signature jukto landscape enke geche - kureghor, jongol,nodi, maath.
Kureghorer peechoner gaachtay ektao pata nei keno k jaane. Pataheen gaach dekhe amar bheeshon mon kharap kore. Drawer e ekta marker pore ache dekhlum. Patagulo jure debo ki na bhabchi. Drawer e besh koyekta magazine o ache dekhlam. Inter organization specific. Dekhte sundor magazine gulo. First issuetar patagulo yellow, printed.Laal laal patar kolka. Arekta magazine bell-shaped.Cute.schooler moral science class-er project-er kotha mone pore jachhe.
Ashe-paashe sobai khub kaj korchhe. Amar magazine-er gyangorbho article porte porte dhuluni chole aschhe. Bhaggis opaarer cubicle-e call cholche. Tai majhe majhe chomke chomke uthchhi. Ekebaare ghumiye porini ekhono.
Ek khana lombaa lunch sere elaam ektu agey. Ekhane "Crossword" achhe. Byas! Ami ghayel! Abar ek khana boi kine fellum. Seta ber kore porte shuru korbo ki na bhabchi. Bhaggis ekhaane beshidin thakbo na! Noile du dine fotur hoye jetam. Kaajer jaygay kajless hoye boshe thakte ki birokto lagey! Bari jete onek deri ekhono.
Purono jayga k ekhono keno j bheeshon bhabe miss korchhina! May be the feeling that I have left has not yet sunk in. Or may be it has sunk in so well that I have really moved on without even realising. Anyways, dyakha jaak, what future has in store for me...
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