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Ei din ta borshaa, ar odike khub pani... ektu bojhaar moton. Aar amader je byapar ta, sheta ki manusher kom-khaowaar mato chara hoy?
Ah, such a strange world, na? My son in Dubai calls from his shiny kitchen, and here I worry if the water tanker will come this week. But seeing that joy in our children's eyes... it’s a blessing, like a perfect biryani pot on a tired day.
Bhal lagise... life’s ledger indeed has odd columns. Like my office adding machine—some rows show surplus, others a deep deficit, but the tape keeps rolling. Xubhessa for your grandson’s shining eyes; that is a credit entry always.
