mone hochhe first thing tomay rcv korte gechilam pagol pagol...
Tarpor aksathe fera aksathe khawa...ur travel in drizzling rain...the
excitement was killing then with ecstacy n killing now with
melancholy...
Just love you Eosin..aj ke akbar dakhao holo naa....
The same city we were born n brot up gile khete asche...feels like an
alien ciry...
Ukil fukil mathay utheche...ato miss korchi tomay....ar kichhu bhalo
lagche naa..
I hate my life...n i hate the fact that i cant stay with you my
life..i need you to survive Eosin.. Aj ukil habe naa..matha jha jha
korche..karor sathe r kotha bolte ichha korche na E5 chara..
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