today I got up at 6:00 in the morning . most of the people will find this insignificant enough to be written. but for me it is not so. because this is something that happened to me in years. Still the morning sun could not be seen as it was cloudy and raining outside. it was such a perfect weather to be in your bed (but God only knows why I got up so early). I got myself to my table and switched on the light and my laptop. As I went through my previous days works I asked my wife for a cup of black tea. The tea came and as I took its first sip, I don't know why, I wanted to write something, something to share my views. Immediately I thought of starting a blog. though I prefer Bangla over English to share my thoughts there was no choice.
It was such soothing and calm everywhere (I could hear some old melodies of Mukesh from not so far, probably a radio) it brought back the memories of those good old carefree days when the mind was a rebel packed with power, when it was young and free...
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The road to school |
The rain stopped for some time and though it was still cloudy my wife insisted on dropping her to her school by bike. It started raining midway, while returning from the school. It was wonderful. As I was getting soaked in rains, I wondered how these things got lost from our lives without our notice. As this is the day I started this blog I'll remember this morning till I continue with this blog or may be even after...
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