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Ek bochorer chele amar...obak dristi te takiye thake amar dike ar ami ek niswase bole jai
Tui ke? Kotha theke eli? Kemon kore ei kota mase amake etota bodle dili?
Tui ki amar nijer keo? Naki tui amari ekta ongso thik amar hater moto, amar chokh dutor moto?
Toke ki ami bhalobasi? Sudhu bhalobasi? Bhalobasar ki aj ache kal nei?
Tor proti ei onubhutita ki? Kono naam ache ki? Tui ki amar jonyo? Kobe bujhbo ami nijeke? Kobe bujhbo ami toke?
Obiram boke jachi, ei asai je tui kichu to bolbi.....
Kdin por tui amar jogot theke beriye nijet jogote pa dibi, tokhono ki emoni kore ma bole dakbi?
Dakis kintu, karon ami je bhalobaste bhoi pai? Odhikar jomate bhoi pai? Jei bhalobasa, onubhuti amar mone jagiyechis, ta konodin morte disna Om...eitukui chai tor ma tor kache!


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