Writing something seating in the office so late at night is really a different feeling. A feeling that I have grown up. A feeling that I have a major responsibility. Its beautiful sometimes you know. Its 11:20 pm. Cool na. But somewhere I am feeling drowsy.


I have grown UP. Y'day we went to Brahmaputra Bridge. Shob shomoye traine maa baba bhodla miya ba subhankar and jeet er shathe train e gechhi. Aaj upor diye gari kore gechhi. Ami boro hoe gechhi. Nodi. Srot. Aamari naamer ekta ongsho. Ato jor je? Ekdom aamar moto na. Jor aamar bhalo lage na. Aamar bhalo lage tej. Tej er shathe boye jae shob kichhu. Khushi, Dukhho... shob. Kintu oi ekta nouko Brahmaputrar shrot er ulto dike cholei gelo. Koshto kore holeo, she cholei gelo. Tar mane, nothing is impossible. Because impossible itself is I Am Possible. Bhalo achhi. Bhalo thakbo. Aami shob kichhu shojjo korte pari. So no worry.