Abar Elo Melar Pala

1995.... 17 bochor periye gelo....aj Dida nei,didar amio onek bodle gechi! Ar didake ami temon kore miss-o kori na...Gangasagarer melar kotha sunle mon kharapo hoi na...immense raag hoi, lok-e Ganga sagar jai bole! Keno je ache Ganga Sagar-er ei mela....ajo coulnd't fathom.

Koto jon ke koto rokom bhabe amar didar Ganga sagar-er golpo bolechi...specially bochorere ei somoi ta...koto kauke didar golpo suniyechi! bolte bolte gola dhore asto, chokher jol dhore rakhte partamna, but aj emon kore didar ghotona narrate korlam, je jei bondhuti sunchilo se surprised hoye giye ask korlo "tor nijer dida? mane ekdom nijer?hariye gelo mane?She didn't return? Is she dead?"

Sudhu kand jhakiye uttor dilam...hoito!!

Anger has overshadowed agony!

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