Hurriedly striding past the crowd, you've stumbled in front of a table at a lazy afternoon coffeeshop.
You've pulled your bag and stuff from the floor and glared on the figure sitting there alone, and quiet.
Swearing under your breath, you ran back to the bus stop.
Later, at night, The coffeeshop comes to your mind; and the figure
with lots of open papers and a camera on the table, a guitar laying beside.
Still thinking, seemed like his thought, river deep, unending.
3 comments:
ebhabei bak nite nite ekdin raj poth asbe,,alomoy rajpath....
and the first 2 lines...jyamiti..u used that little word to signify lots of things,,,
tumi sotti sundor lekho..........
kobitay eto rupokolpo.....bastob jeno jadu-bastob hoey othey.....chaayaa gulo dekhtey pawa khub sohoj kaaj noy.....thenk u
thank u
oporer comment tomar sob kobita gulor jonno ektaa-i
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