I heard jhanghhin songs in the past Choshboshee, three in the middle of the night, bukthaqo-bird's call was bored at midnight. 'Bukthaako' is the name of Goddess, we are known as 'Kattalapagani', whose continuous call goes out of the jackfruit jackfruit. The bird is still calling for it, but it is not found that the ripe jackfruit mote There was also a game about
jackfruit in us. The huge courtyard of the house would have been filled with Chaitali light and we were standing in the shade with the help of the brothers and sisters of jackals. Gone in front and another came out from the 'king's Brahmin'.
Written: Con or Kon?
Brahmin: Razaro Bonan.
Written: So much Raiat?
Brahmin: Khaiti Dai Nishut Rait
Razaro Baui Koi, who is the Ug-ka-Tut-le-lala-e!
Then Brahmin came and jumped a jackfruit in his stomach and saw whether he could pick up a desired one and maybe the Kattalpagani-birds would fly away from the north to the south, 'Kattal Pako', 'Kattal Pako'! Not only did the jackfruit play, but also many games of different types, such as Bauchi, Lukochuri, Kanamachi, Hadudu, Dungs, Golachut, Ekkadokka, etc. We also played different types of balls, but playing with shades of balls did not have any fun. Some of the new ways to bring some new game with the new lottery. There was an iron disc in the house of Sechenmeshan, which carried the bamboo slopes on its way through the streets. When I came home for a vacation in high school and ran the disc, I was going to see the rhythm repeatedly. On that day I found that the village alluvial shaft, for me, all the fields started to burst.
Rainy seasonOn the day-to-day game or kim khim play. 'Kaiam' means the old trunk of bamboo. The most beloved was Bouchi, what was the excuse to guard the wife? No, because in the language of the book, 'Bauchi', we knew it was 'Playing Buri'.
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breaks the broken nike***
'Breaking Nairkel' ran in the face of the face of the opponent, how many different songs sing!
I came to see what the
Mecca-Hindustani
Rani-Rari Boai Ejiji
Arabic Koran
Do not think or think about this Gammat's 'Dumdum' India. The two types of dangs that we played were in the bill on the canal, its size was 'Falling'. 'A falhong' or 'two phallang' is not even worried about the British model 'Farling'. Parents were forbidden in Dangs because there was a play in Rakhalya, but the boys of Rakhal had filled them with fame and songs in our folly.
NuralumRemember me She used to rush her all day in paddy field. 'Wife' means baboopakhi On the night of Paus, we heard the stories of the moon lying on the haystack and singing in the open and returning home to the jungle. All songs singing in your own tune. Tried to eat rice with old Camellas. One day, at noon, he could not stand up to eat, and he was laid to death by couching in the cottage house. The Nuralam suddenly died of cholera. Sagina Bubu, who was suffering from illness, died in a colony in the city, whose fairy tales flying like a kite, Chidakashai.
ShamsuTo survive today, but the previous game "Shimshu" will not be available yet. Everyone wants to drag him into the team. When the game grew very well, just then, his elder sister Mia, with a stick, called out loudly with all the power, "O shamusu ray ray!" Still, for a little more time, Samoshi was going to attend the funeral, according to the dana's instructions. In the afternoon we went to play in the southern house. The home of the open bill and surrounded by shade of trees. I used to be the fan of the date palm, and I was in the face of the thorns. Our kids do not know the coconut bamboo! A hawkish girl named Banshi also played with us, he lost the city crowd and roared.
I amDid not get lost? If you want to make the boat of Superkikhol, I can not get out of Tilar Chowk, I can not bring 'Faddanshi' from the assuraghat. In the grass of the pond, we will not see any grassfight, one day those who jump and jump like a baby. But now I can not catch the tangle of the Gangfords, who were sitting on the pole near the water, quietly. Some 'Padmavati' or butterflies have been seen in Jhingaphel but Gandipoka has been emigrated. The girls who wear a bristle on the forehead of the glasses, it's hard to tell the kalkis of the time! Sonamukhi, a blue insect of surprise, the older brothers of the neighborhood brought them, we used to make them a house in Kareepatara. Mother-Zathaima used to say, '' Zuneepok '' had an abdominal illness. We walked in the Junkypokka bookpack and walked in the dark yard. Lying in the afternoon, I saw that the ground floor was making an earthen pot, a bowl like a potter. Every day he brought the pond with the clay, a little bit. How many times have I thought If I could go to his friend's house! What are they cooking? How do you sleep?
The ears may be heard in the ears , but the hailstorm dance will not be seen on the day of the storm. In the yard, there are many rocks falling like a raw mango, we have collected the food in the food shop, and when the rain stops, even after the rain stops, I see that the marble of aquatic water, rolled down in the pond forever disappeared!
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Pub horizontal fluttering, swiming on the green paddy husk, pond pargaraparagarera talagaya, what helplessly dulata babuipakhira home! We used to sing a rhyme sitting on the invitation of the Kacharaghara:
Mona Mona bhatta citali
they sodara brother
ekka tomorrow salla gari
wife anito the
The spread of the pavement is a long patchwork. After the rice was cut, on the winter day, the kettle washed and burnt in the fire and burnt the potato potato. The biggest festivity was that we could get together all the groceries, fire and juice together. The tall cows pulled in the threshold, whose name is 'A'tha', revolving around the head, stirring our shirt. An elephant, which was crushed slowly between the two wheels of an elephant's feet, used to knock on the other side of the wheel, and Taju uncle unleashed it. We used to sit in bed with a strange smell of sugarcane, pomace, dung and cow's sweat. The 'Guilghar' or Tajlighar's head was Taju Chachaai. We would throw a lot of dried chhobra, a lot of sugarcane juice in a huge pot, and wondered if Taju uncle would give us a piece of cloth in the jackfruit pile. There is no Akhchate, it has been sold, and no one can hear the fox's call.
TrueThe elephants saw that time. Elephants often used elephants in front of our house. Mahat, a little bit of tintang, has long gone on the request of the younger grandfather. I do not remember whether or not I heard it, but when the cool elephant was tossed by water, it would have sprinkled water. Then suddenly, our body was filled with romance. Elephants going to Heledul, we would have looked at the back of the sun-ridden elephant like the old pitch-like path. Even though the luck of the
elephant is not good luck, many times in the garbagei, the time of brick field work. Then Taju Chachi Chadhaan. One person wondered how a person could do such a diverse work. He used to talk to the small grandfather. Taju uncle remains alive today, but the move to the cowboy is still going on. I have heard that the cow was going to cowpea in Kajarhat, in Narayenhat. A thick wooden wheel was lying on the wall of the Cowshed for a long time.
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Apart from the disappearance of aerial Roxana and the killing of Indira Gandhi, we had no idea about the killing. Once the father brought a shadakalo television After the evening, sitting in the lounge of the courtyard occasionally sit on television. Many children came from Tripura Para, and they also came to see the talk of Bakshota. Occasionally, because it was not easy to carry the battery from Kazirhat.
Small puffs and big sisters were book bugs. A library named 'Thoughtaadara' was established at the initiative of the great Jatha. Akbar Hossain did not get it , the characters of the unwanted and delta Begum Rokeya Akhter's Meenakshi novels were spent in the night. Sometimes I have also been invited to read the books in their reading. Kadbai-grandfather Nazir Ahmad-signed Mir Mosharraf Hossain's Grief-IndusThat's the original version of my reading. Laily-Majnu also had a pictorial narrative. One evening, listening to Rabindranath's 'Birpurush', in the voice of lanterns. When I read the 'Haha Ray Ray' in the upper room, the robbers realized that the house was really attacked! Now it seems that Rabindranath did not write for such a silent poem in the school for the day to cry. I used to go to Maktab with a small twist in the
morning and wake up from the sleeping quarters, returning to Conakuni Alpathe in Beel. As soon as the sun was gone, walking on a walk, I saw a tree on a hill in the west of the distant hill. The lonely tree standing in tired position seemed to be maju, so that he is waiting for a living creature for eternity! Still look at the mountain of Alpatha in the alpatha, look at the western hill, but do not see the childhood majnu-many trees in the Seagun-Gammari have lost the tree!
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