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Amar Sukh

Happiness eto subjectyive keno hoi....jei jinis ta-te expect kori khusi hobo bole setate sob somoi khusi hoi na keno!! There are certain things jar jonyo ami onek wait kore thakar por jokhon ami seta pai, why am I not happy!??! Same is bhoi, bhabtam jodi Sri amar life-e na thake to ami ki korbo, kintu aj dekho...it's just an year that she's ouit of my life & I don't even miss her presence.

Life is so wierd na....it's never the way I think. Imagination-er jogot amar ei bastober jogoter theke kotoi na alada.... Ar hyan even if my dreams come true, I am sure to react in a different manner & make my dreams take a different turn.

Chena rastai poth bhule jai, totthosto ganer tune bhule jai....sob kemon olot palot lage majhe sajhe! Jemon kal theke lagche amar.....Kolkata chere jawar jonyo pagol hoye uthechilam, kintu joto din ghoniye asche ek ojana bhoi amar gola chipe dhorche. Kothai kothai colleagues der setiment-e gha diye bolchi "AR to bas kota din" "Please ei to last time favour chaichi""R k-din jhele ne amai" Ami ki sattyi sad to leave this office, but I was not supposed to be! I was supposed to be happy to be able to quit this job & move out of Bengal. Life is just right for me at this moment...then what is it that I am missing!

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