ajker din ta baaler moto gelo literally. sokal theke indiar corruption ar bhogoban er revenge feel korchi. lets start with the first occurrence. barrackpore gechi ekjon er uniform er jonne, giye dekhi uniform nei, hardcopy slip available nei, dokandar pic niche na r nileo uniform ta pachhe na. hajar ta call korar por kono kichui holo na. second occurrence after this incident, dadaboudi biriyani khete gechi, 300/- per plate plus gst and no egg, extra charge for salad r steel er plate a khete diyeche. the behaviour of the waiters and all are like amra kichui afford korte parbo na. judgemental eto je menu diye niye chole gelo, amader attend korte tader koshto hochilo, dubar chawar por ekta spoon pai and khawa shesh hoy jawar por mone hoy oder je ekta plate dewa uchit bones felar jonne. then comes the main event of the day, asli khel to ab suru hua. station a gelam platform 1 towards the emu stoppage and TT dhore. I swear on my life ami return ticket ketechilam from kalyani to barrackpore but misplace ho gya . tt daklo ami full confidence gelam and fuck my life ami sob jaega from pant pockets to bag nooks, sob khuje fellam but ticket pelam na. amay rpf thana te niye gelo and asked for 520/- kno debo? ami ticket er payment history o dekhiyechi tao tar hobe na. I called the people i knew but kichu kaje dilo na. anyways onek khojar por fine dewar por beriye ekta train a uthlam and guess what oi train naihati te last stoppage... baal kankinara te neme abar train dhore kalyani gechi then rastay prai accident hochilo ekta bike pachha dolate dolate rasta diye jachilo tai. ajker dinta baje gelo not because taka geche ba something but eto frustration, tension, manipulation and harrassment ta holo ajker dine is fucking tiring.

ekta manush koto prokar hoy? 1. Chutiya 2. Braindead 3. Brain er bhetore gobor bhora. Ekta Mentor tar mentee ke bole naki suppose haat dhore train line a amra ghurte gechi... etc the fuck?? tarpor ekta manush ki jama porche tar kotota pet beriye ache setake dekhe emon reaction dilo jno tar hoy jay. eto kisher chulkani hoy manusher je ekta meyer opor comment korar age se bhabeo na ekbar je ki bolche. braindead person jar chinta bhabna, sochh ekdom patale mishiye geche. raat 1 tay call kore bolche tomader ami bhalobashi equally tai ami raat a call kori diye baal chirche. kikore ekta manush eto dumb and frustrated hote pare je se ekjon meye ke raat 1 tay call kore eisob bolche. i don,t even know what the fuck he said to others but amar onuvuti ebong with the experience of talking to shitty people i feel like he is a perv.

I forget the faces time has swept from sight, Their names like fading shadows at my door, Yet not the heavy days that taught me fight, Nor truths cut deep by pain I bore before. The smiles dissolve, the tender voices fade, But echoes of their trials still remain, For every fragile scar my heart has made Has turned its hurt into a stronger gain. It is not who arrived or turned to leave, But what their storms awakened deep in me, The strength I found, the truths I learned to grieve, The scars that shaped my quiet bravery. Faces may blur as years continue their lure, But growth outlives all memory, strong and pure.

Till the end of time I wish the burdens you hold will be less than the emotions you show.

Just make it exist first, you can make it good later.

Happy Diwali guys...

in english we say: Overthinking but in poetry we say: "the storms in my head ruin the garden that my soul holds."

Parasites are often forgotten when we think of how beautiful mother nature is People often don't consider a lot of nasty or brutal stuff in nature

Don't die before you are dead

I really don't deserve friends. I can't keep them.

Help the youth these days

Social media has become a weird place to get validation. Noone really values real life connections anymore... Everyone busy in competition

Hate hate hate people who act desperate to talk to you even though you continuously ignore them

Sometimes I feel weirdly attached to certain people like I knew them for years. There's like weird strings of connection holding us together.

I cut of someone toxic. He was someone whom I imagined to be my perfect man but it was just me. He was never there. It hurts more than I expected tbh. But I am slowly starting to forget him.

To someone I love, I don’t say it enough but I appreciate you more than words can capture. Your presence brings calm to my chaos, your smile brightens even my darkest days, and your love makes me believe in magic again. Thank you for the little things, the laughs, the quiet support when I need it most. Thank you for being you: kind, strong, silly, real.