So, when is this package of yours exactly arriving? Maane, how the fuck do you know it'll arrive today?
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Dude, it's been friggin 10 years now. You were supposed to receive it back when you guys shifted, when you came to live with your grandparents. So, tokhon jodi nayi peye thakish, 10 bochhor baade ki postal service nijer baap-er sradhho korar jonne toke ekta hariye jawa baksho khunje debe? Be realistic man!
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What? You've been waiting for this package for 10 years now? Maane, you have been expecting it'll reach you? Ki emon important chhilo bakshotay, je eto akulota?
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Dolls? Oh my fucking god! You mean to say you used to play with dollies? Haha!
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Ofcourse, maane physically i guess you pass off as a girl, but dude! Maane, the mean badass chick who drinks like a hairy redneck, used to play with dollies? Hilarious man, just hilarious!
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What?! Rabindrasangeets too?
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Naa, maane, I know you have a Rabindric family, but tui to gaiteo parish na, nachteo parish na, porashona-tao khub kichhu korish na. Tobe Rabindranath-er sathe shomporko-ta kothay?
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Did you just use the word Hridoy? Oh my god, now I'll puke.
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Haha! Olebabale, rege gechhe. Nana, ar na. Ajker jonne enough chat kheyechhis.
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Jungle book? Ei ota amaro chhoto belar fav books-er modhhe pore je! Gosh, was a beautiful book. But janish, pore boro hoye jokhon abar porte gelam, kirokom jeno laglo. Jeno chhotobelae je chair-tay thik boshe jete partam, ekhon boshte gele chair-ta bhenge pore jachhe. Sherokom laglo.
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Exactly! It's like, oi memory gulo shob ekta air tight container e atkano achhe, and khullei purota bhenge guro guro hoye jabe. Jhora pata-r moton.
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Gandu. You have to make some total stupid joke, just when we have som serious discussion. But ami kintu ekhono bujhlam na, why are you waiting for that box to come?
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Memories? Dolls, and casettes, and books, eguloi tor childhood? Kinda shallow if you ask me.
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Na na. Rege jachhis keno? You see, you are the one who just said memories should not be tampered, they're too precious for that. And amar mote memories are the images stored inside this hollow cranium chamber. Then why, why wait for a stupid box, full of vintage dolls, and garbage? Ekhane the material possesions then are the representatives of your memories? Shallow, as I said.
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No. You've had your childhood. These stuff cannot be your childhood. Your childhood, you've left it behind. I mean you've had your share.
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See! You agree with me then! That box, if you receive it today, by chance, treasure it, but don't make a trophy out of it. Those dolls, they're just a part, not the memory itself.
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Okay, you go see the door. Maa's shouting anyway, so gotta hang up. See you in the evening love!
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Haha! Got you there gal! Bye.
Umm, I kinda tried to clear out stuff from my mind, but looks like the cellphone had something else in mind. I'm not satisfied.
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Dude, it's been friggin 10 years now. You were supposed to receive it back when you guys shifted, when you came to live with your grandparents. So, tokhon jodi nayi peye thakish, 10 bochhor baade ki postal service nijer baap-er sradhho korar jonne toke ekta hariye jawa baksho khunje debe? Be realistic man!
-
What? You've been waiting for this package for 10 years now? Maane, you have been expecting it'll reach you? Ki emon important chhilo bakshotay, je eto akulota?
-
Dolls? Oh my fucking god! You mean to say you used to play with dollies? Haha!
-
Ofcourse, maane physically i guess you pass off as a girl, but dude! Maane, the mean badass chick who drinks like a hairy redneck, used to play with dollies? Hilarious man, just hilarious!
-
What?! Rabindrasangeets too?
-
Naa, maane, I know you have a Rabindric family, but tui to gaiteo parish na, nachteo parish na, porashona-tao khub kichhu korish na. Tobe Rabindranath-er sathe shomporko-ta kothay?
-
Did you just use the word Hridoy? Oh my god, now I'll puke.
-
Haha! Olebabale, rege gechhe. Nana, ar na. Ajker jonne enough chat kheyechhis.
-
Jungle book? Ei ota amaro chhoto belar fav books-er modhhe pore je! Gosh, was a beautiful book. But janish, pore boro hoye jokhon abar porte gelam, kirokom jeno laglo. Jeno chhotobelae je chair-tay thik boshe jete partam, ekhon boshte gele chair-ta bhenge pore jachhe. Sherokom laglo.
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Exactly! It's like, oi memory gulo shob ekta air tight container e atkano achhe, and khullei purota bhenge guro guro hoye jabe. Jhora pata-r moton.
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Gandu. You have to make some total stupid joke, just when we have som serious discussion. But ami kintu ekhono bujhlam na, why are you waiting for that box to come?
-
Memories? Dolls, and casettes, and books, eguloi tor childhood? Kinda shallow if you ask me.
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Na na. Rege jachhis keno? You see, you are the one who just said memories should not be tampered, they're too precious for that. And amar mote memories are the images stored inside this hollow cranium chamber. Then why, why wait for a stupid box, full of vintage dolls, and garbage? Ekhane the material possesions then are the representatives of your memories? Shallow, as I said.
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No. You've had your childhood. These stuff cannot be your childhood. Your childhood, you've left it behind. I mean you've had your share.
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See! You agree with me then! That box, if you receive it today, by chance, treasure it, but don't make a trophy out of it. Those dolls, they're just a part, not the memory itself.
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Okay, you go see the door. Maa's shouting anyway, so gotta hang up. See you in the evening love!
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Haha! Got you there gal! Bye.
Umm, I kinda tried to clear out stuff from my mind, but looks like the cellphone had something else in mind. I'm not satisfied.
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