Life is to some extent pale now . The gray hairs are continuously reminding me that hey you have already crossed 100 miles .
BUt my heart retaliates so what evn at the age of 50 why cant I still thrilled with the colour of life who stops me to embrace the romantisicim.
At the end of the day ( COB ha ha) I want to face myself .Want to ask whether I am truly honest with me . My cherised dream to enjoy my life and also to keep my head high morally and ethically.
JIBANA MARANER SIMANA CHARAE BANDHU HE AMAR RAECHO DANARAE
An Attempt to myself on the mirror of life
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
FATHER
I can not accept from my heart sadness to my sons . Though I know it is inevitable . Any life grows to its full boom through the road of lonliness, melancholy,frustration and Joy too.
I presume my sons are matured enough to cross the hurdles with greater maturity.
I wish them very best in their life ahead
Bipade tader raksha karo e nahe more parthana bipade jeno na kare tara vai.
I presume my sons are matured enough to cross the hurdles with greater maturity.
I wish them very best in their life ahead
Bipade tader raksha karo e nahe more parthana bipade jeno na kare tara vai.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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