Archive for June, 2007

Amar Protichobi-Aurthohin

Mukta tule aakashtake dekho aar ek baar
Tumar shathe aachi aami je chirokal
Joshonar aalo jokhon tumar gaye pore
Aami tokhon thaki tumari pashe pashe
Monta kharap kore jokhon tumi eka thako
Bhebo aami sonai tomai mojar kono golpo
Chokher pani muche phele vebo ektu khon
Tumar mathai haata bulai jokhon tokhon

Raater aakash vora tara hoyto ba chole jabe
Thakbo hoye aami suk tara
Seeter sokal gacher paata hoyto ba jhore jabe
Thakbo hoye aami neel aakash

Dupur belar kobita biota porte bose
Chokher dirsti jokhon tomar jhapsha hoye utte
Bhebo aami pashy aachi tumar pane cheye
Kobitate sur boshachi gaaner moto kore
Vhore aalo pakhir dake ghumta vhange jokhon
Bagantate haatar somoy aamay vebo tokhon
Ghasher majhe shishir konay takiy dekho tumi
Aache sethai tumar sathe aamar protitchobi.

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Aurthohin- probash theke
ki sob mon prochondo kharap kora gaan gai.. :(    ..koto din dekhina .. amar bangla tomay..

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cheatscript

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1. open google image.. or any site with lots of image..

2. try putting it in the web browser URL link and press enter

;) nice! Thanks to my hubby for collecting it..

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In the world of hopeless customer service, a service story that blows off the mind! I am impressed!

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raining-

The only thing that ties a string of familiarity with my country to this country is the rain. The rain tries to imitate the gorgeous appearance and it only succeeds up to some point. You can almost smell the vague attempt in the try and still you would nod your head in appreciation like a critic nods to the newbie performing.

I was almost asleep when the rain started. I remember when it used to rain a lot in the middle of the night. I bet mom thought I was asleep, but could hear mom closing the windows to make sure we didn’t go wet. I never got up, I guess in the back of my mind I liked her closing the window for me.

Here I was, standing by the window in the middle of the night, staring out to the rain bathed, lamp-lit driveways. Its sad that we don’t appreciate the small things our loved one does for us when we are near them. I could feel the futile attempt of my eyes to become clouds.

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