tried to write in bangla- my mother's toungue; but cant achieved. it's tough to write by clicking mouse.. but i hope once i will..

what i'm writing here, may nothing to expose to all.. they are the hidden storm in me! i am the responsible for the post only.. no one..

why do we live in this bangladesh? as per song of sumon "roj ghum venge otha aar dat maja, khoborer kagoje shudhu dussongbad khoja..." days are going like this way.. every morning automatically woke up.. passing the scheduked time in the bathroom, breakfast table, preparing 8 years old son for school and start to go to work in mechanical way.. and at the end of the day.. returned to home.. look at the newspaper... dine.. n throw myself to the bed!! is it a life?

while was in the university life.. in love n dating.. life was so charming.. never thought that once this guy will run for money to run the life.. ahh where the golden times have gone? the endless adda.. lazy noon passing with favourite books n friends.. all have disapperared.. now im full mechanical in the rotten tropical city!!

who will save me? where can i get the times which i have lost already??