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Office, ranna, adda,TV...ei sober modhye ami ektu somoi amar nijer ei blogtar jonyo ber korei uthei pari na...r sekhane dekho oi osbhyo bondhuta amar din-e 4-5 ta kore post dei!! aha ami jani o amar theke onek besi jane, onek besi pore, onek bsi gyann dhore...taai onek besi likhte pare...kintu arey baba baje kotha boleo to kichu ache...ebong seta korte kono gyaan, ba lekhar khomota lagena..lage sudhu somoi!!ki bhison matrai hingse hoi...ami jekhane bochore ekta muhurto paina santo bhabe stheer bhabe bosar jonyo nijer sathe..niejr jonyo..sekhane enake dekho diner 24ghontar modhye...kotokhani somoi pai nijer jonyo je abol tabol to lekhei.....ta chara desher-dosher kothao lekhe...uff!!

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Odbhut jinis ei blog,letscommune porte bosle, smritirra bheer kore ase...prothom likhte suru korechilam diary lekhar moto kore...diye bondhura porte suru kore...r ami bhoi peye pichiye pori...prothom jokhon didake niye likhte bose mon bhaar hoye uthechilo. Sir koto priyo chilo...se jano niejr lekha pore nijei nijeke mone koralam...bhalobasa amar nijer kache koto bar koto rupe ese dariyeche..tar proof holo amar ei letscommune! NEPATIS...khub miss kori oder! Sapno der dhore rekheche amar ei blog…amar sapno ke shape diyeche ei blog amar…abar ei ami-i aj amar kichu lekha pore nijei monei korte parchi na je eta kon muhurto take tule dhorechilam tokhon…ki chilo tokhon amar moner obsotha! Somoi periye geche…kintu smriti hoye theke geche amar  ei “http://letscommune.blogspot.in/”

 Sattyi no phase in life is a waste, no relationship is a shame, no moment is a fake...each person whom I have come across in my life has left back some footprints, & each one of them is important in their own way. Incredibly true is the fact that good or bad a moment might have been, it was important in building me & my relationships...i love each day in my life...I value each drop of tear & each little smile on my face.

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