Happiness found a new destination

Aschorjyo..... beer-o je khete bhalo jantamai na... Asole ete kingfisher er kono daan achey bole mone hoina jei jaigai same onnonto somudro r pechone akashe miliye jawa pahar, sei jaigai to bodhoi biso misti lagbe, ki bolo? Aha! ki sundor drisyo, mone hoche ekhanei thekey jai. This new destination's name gokarna. aj sokalei ese pouchechi.

Somudrer tire ga eliye diye paharer dike thakiye thaka, jol thekey pa tule bali te porena, pore paharer pathorer gaye.

Ki kick giving effect of Amitabh Ghosh r Kingfisher Premium Beer.

One of the most peaceful moments of my life.... Amader chara r ekta prani nei edike. Never knew such a peaceful place in this earth existed. In a 2kms long beach there's no other soul to disrupt the sound of the waves that i can hear sitting here on the machan.

Somudro.... Ki odbhut tumi, tomar koto rong, tomar koto roop. kothao tumi neel, kothao mete abar kothao sobuj r er cheyei odbhut tomar roop. Kokhono tumi ma parvati to kothao tumi ma chandi. R tomar sob roop samlate dariye ache siber moto sutham cheharar biktakar pahar. Amar jiboner aj ekta sokh puron hoye gelo-somudro r pahar milap. Ki pran matano drisyo.

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