Onek din ageyr kotha. Class nine ki ten e pori, kebol gof utha shuru korese, Mon hoyese rongin. Prem trem korar jonno mon ta silo bekul...
To amader bashar pashei ek ta meye ke khub bhalo legesilo. Onek bhabe chesta koresilam tar shathe ektu kotha bolte, amar bhalo lagar kotha take bolte. Kono bhabei shahosh passilam na. Take dekhlei buk er vetor Lars Ulrich jeno drum bajano shuru kore dito.
To ekdin khub shahosh kore chithi likhe dilam, likhlam take amar bhalo laagar kotha. Beer er moto Ekdom taar haatei chithi ta dilam. Khub uttejito hoye opekkha korte laglam tar jobab er.
Chithir Jobab elo thiki, kintu jobab ta dilen amar sroddheyo Abba jaan. Bollen, Naak tiple dudh ber hoy aar ekhoni prem potro lekha shuru koresish?. Mere toke ajke tokta baniye felbo ( I really miss those jharis)
That was the last time I ever did something that romantic. Never wrote a love letter after that incident. Have received quiet a few though
