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Ei Je Ami

Aj amari bloge ami ekta visitor matro. It’s more than a year that I haven’t scribbled anything, & might be therefore Google has decided to block me from using my own blog…ekta follower matro hoye theke gelam. Suddenly since yesterday, I am so sad coz I am unable to log in my own blog. Where as I was so busy with my most happening monotonous life that I couldn’t even find some time for myself to scribble down a few words!

But, being sad to ar kono solution noi, taai ami abar bloggin korbo, ager ta na sahi, ami notun blog start korbo... and I will get back my old confidence. I am not a writer but i love scribbling & so I would scribble....


“Here I am, this is me
There's nowhere else on Earth I'd rather be
Here I am, it's just me and you
Tonight we make our dreams come true
It's a new world, it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts

It's a new day, it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am Here I am

Here we are, we've just begun
And after all this time, our time has come again
Yeah, here we are, still goin' strong…”
:)



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  1. AnnoyJanuary 2, 2012 at 9:47 PM

    Good To see that you have decided to move on with your sequel to your previous blog!!
    The efforts and most importantly the folds on your forhead to retrive your previous blog was too much of a compromise. :)
    Subho Jatra ...

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