Mon kharap kora bikel maanei megh korechhe...

Katobaar shunechhi gaan ta...tobu mon ta kharaap holei...sabar aage jeno ei gaan tai mone pare... Mon kharaap keno? Aamar desh jitechhe, aar aamar mon kharaap? Na na ta noy...(hukomukho hyangla r shure bolte gele...arre dur ta to noy...dekhchho na ki bisam chinta?) :) :) aamar paglami-r katha baad dao...mon achhe tai kharaap hoy...aajker victory celebrate korte...I decided to gift myself something. First I got a chocolate bar (very similar to the one Anand had got for me from Germany). Then I got two packet of chips. Then the realization dawned on me...that these are not permanent gifts, which I can preserve. So I finally got myself yet another pair of stockings, skin color this time. And its really looking nice on me. But...huh...why? Kakhono megh banya daka adarkar... Tum kabhi to miloge...kahin to miloge...toh poochhenge haal... Now, even I am convinced that it won't work out. So I am a bit upset. But liked the man at Bageterie Boulevard, who remembers everyday that I am fond of icecream. And I too, end up going to his counter only everyday. He's sweet. One of the rare people who appreciate my taste for icecream. Thank you burger man :) I still remember the two icecreams you had made me eat, back to back. And I still remember my share of your gulabjamoon. You won't come back...nobody else will come either. Tiyas did say life doesn't get better than this, a full perfectly decorated house to myself, such extravaganza, such style, such comfort. Just the loneliness disturbs, the way you occassionally talk with me, and the warmth and endearment, the simple words you say, bring about, makes me even more sad. For a change, can't you ever feel like...the girl must be lonely, let me take her for a walk? Oh just forgot, ami to manush noi...tai na?