You: Pick up the phone, idiot.
Me: Wha.. who the fuck? Eto shokale? *looks at the phone* She woke up so early? Something must be wrong. *picks up the phone* Hello?
You: Dude, you won't believe what just happened!
Me: Great. I don't want to. Let me just go back to sleep, willya'?
You: Fuck you, this is important. Shon na ki hoyechhe!
Me: *sigh* Bol.
You: Today, I just woke up, and I found this box beside my bed. A box full of memories!
Me: Great. I guess you've been a good girl, tai Santa khushi hoyechhe tomar upor.
You: Duur bara! Khali khilli marchhe! Be excited! I got a box, a very precious box!
Me: Yeah, great. congratulations. *yawns*
You: Fuck you. Tui sala kono interest dekhachhis na. The first person I, I call up in the morning just mukh'er upor hai tule jachhe. Chutiya.
Me: Alright, alright. Fine. Interest dekhachhi. Ki emon important achhe bakshotay, je eto akulota?
You: Told you na, memories!
Me: I thought that was part of your rhetorics or something. You really got memories? Maane, how? Long lost brain'er harano tukro gulo peyechhis naki?
You: Duur shala. Sheshob na. Remember I once told you that when we shifted to our new house, amar ek baksho jinish pottor hariye gechhilo? Shei bakshota! Magical, na?
Me: Dude, it's been friggin 10 years. Hothat kore etodin baade, how?
You: I don't know, I don't know. I just feel so happy re! But, but you know, I always kinda' knew ekdin ami phire paboi amar harano bakshota.
Me: What? Youd been waiting for this package for 10 years now? Maane, you had been expecting all these years it'd reach you?
You: Yes, yes! Stupid, na? But stupid people are right, and I have my box! You know what's in there? Putuls!
Me: Dolls? Oh my fucking god! You mean to say you played with dollies? Haha!
You: Keno re? Khelte pari na? Pari na ami?!
Me: Ofcourse, maane khelte chaile ar ke atkabe. To think over it, physically I guess you do pass off as a girl, but dude! Not anything else! Maane, the mean badass chick who drinks like a hairy redneck, used to play with dollies? Hilarious man, just hilarious!
You: Haha, very funny! It also had casettes, you know? Rabindrasangeets, Srutinattos, Kobitas.
Me: What?! Rabindrasangeets too?
You: Yes. Chhoto thekei shuntam. Ekhono shuni, jokhon Maa sings. Maa sings very well, y'know.
Me: Naa, maane, I know you have a Rabindric family, but tui to gaiteo parish na, nachteo parish na, porashona-tao khub kichhu korish na eishob line-e. Tobe Rabindranath-er sathe shomporko-ta kothay tor?
You: Rokte. I have him inside me.
Me: Dafuq?! You sound like godzilla now, "inside me"!
You: Fuck you! You are so mean!
Me: Haha! Olebabale, rege gechhe. Nana, ar na. Ajker jonne enough chat kheyechhis.
You: Thank you for this kindness of yours. Janish, it also had books. Jungle Book!
Me: 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.
You: Shetai, feeling ta ar same thake na. Shei freshness-ta.
Me: 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.
You: Kothay boipottor, kothay jhora pata. You really should stop taking drugs, y'know.
Me: Gandu. You had to make a totally stupid joke right now na, just when we were having some serious shit discussion?
But ami kintu ekhono bujhlam na, why are you so excited about that box, if all that it contains are relics?
You: Because they are my memories. Memories I was robbed off. Keu to firiye debe boleni, tao aj dekh, hothat kore peye gelam. Life never ever stopped from making me smile.
Me: Memories? Dolls, and casettes, and books, eguloi tor childhood? Kinda' shallow if you ask me.
You: Shallow? Do you even understand how important they were for me. They were my identity, my childhood. I lost my identity when I was a child. That box, right there beside my bed, freshly opened, represents my lost childhood!
Me: Boro beshi chechachhis. Rege jachhis keno? Dekh amar mote memories are the images stored inside this hollow cranium chamber right above our eye. 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.
You: You seriosuly are stupid, na? Don't you get what I say. They are my childhood!
Me: No. You've had your childhood. Those stuff cannot be your childhood. Your childhood, you've left it behind. I mean.. err... I mean you've had your share of your fun.
You: Fun? Fun?! Is that what you call fun? You know everything about me there is to be known about. And you still say fun?
Me: You're the one who always says she had a normal bachcha bela. Then why this odbhut claim for a speciality tag today?
You: Yes. I like to believe I had a normal childhood. A normal childhood which I hope no child has to face again, it was that normal! But that's about me. You, how can you tag it as normal?! You know all my pains! How can you still say all this then?
Me: Okay. Okay. I withdraw. I'm sorry. You are right. You are right all the way. But what I just want to say is, why make a few casettes and books take the pride in being your childhood. It's more precious than that. Tai na?
You: Yes, maybe. But.. Chhar, you won't understand. I shouldn't expect you to understand. You should just go and sleep. It's Christmas morning, and it's early. Don't waste your sleep on me. I'm sorry.
Me: No man, I'm sorry. Sorry for ruining your Christmas mood. But you know something, I'm really happy you finally found that box. I remember now, how fondly you talked about it back then. Treasure it, like the way I treasure my chithis.
You: Yeah, well. Heh. Thanks. Tui jaa, ghuma ekhon. And remember, bikele we are meeting kintu. Remember to bring some gift for me.
Me: You've got the best of the gifts possible, bitch, you still ask more?
You: Yes. Hihi! I'm greedy!
Me: I see. I'll see what I can bring.
You: Yeah, bye! And a Merry Christmas.
Me: Yeah, Christmas to you too, woman. Chumus and love. Bye.
This is something which I wrote months ago. This is just a revised version. And a Christmas gift.
Me: Wha.. who the fuck? Eto shokale? *looks at the phone* She woke up so early? Something must be wrong. *picks up the phone* Hello?
You: Dude, you won't believe what just happened!
Me: Great. I don't want to. Let me just go back to sleep, willya'?
You: Fuck you, this is important. Shon na ki hoyechhe!
Me: *sigh* Bol.
You: Today, I just woke up, and I found this box beside my bed. A box full of memories!
Me: Great. I guess you've been a good girl, tai Santa khushi hoyechhe tomar upor.
You: Duur bara! Khali khilli marchhe! Be excited! I got a box, a very precious box!
Me: Yeah, great. congratulations. *yawns*
You: Fuck you. Tui sala kono interest dekhachhis na. The first person I, I call up in the morning just mukh'er upor hai tule jachhe. Chutiya.
Me: Alright, alright. Fine. Interest dekhachhi. Ki emon important achhe bakshotay, je eto akulota?
You: Told you na, memories!
Me: I thought that was part of your rhetorics or something. You really got memories? Maane, how? Long lost brain'er harano tukro gulo peyechhis naki?
You: Duur shala. Sheshob na. Remember I once told you that when we shifted to our new house, amar ek baksho jinish pottor hariye gechhilo? Shei bakshota! Magical, na?
Me: Dude, it's been friggin 10 years. Hothat kore etodin baade, how?
You: I don't know, I don't know. I just feel so happy re! But, but you know, I always kinda' knew ekdin ami phire paboi amar harano bakshota.
Me: What? Youd been waiting for this package for 10 years now? Maane, you had been expecting all these years it'd reach you?
You: Yes, yes! Stupid, na? But stupid people are right, and I have my box! You know what's in there? Putuls!
Me: Dolls? Oh my fucking god! You mean to say you played with dollies? Haha!
You: Keno re? Khelte pari na? Pari na ami?!
Me: Ofcourse, maane khelte chaile ar ke atkabe. To think over it, physically I guess you do pass off as a girl, but dude! Not anything else! Maane, the mean badass chick who drinks like a hairy redneck, used to play with dollies? Hilarious man, just hilarious!
You: Haha, very funny! It also had casettes, you know? Rabindrasangeets, Srutinattos, Kobitas.
Me: What?! Rabindrasangeets too?
You: Yes. Chhoto thekei shuntam. Ekhono shuni, jokhon Maa sings. Maa sings very well, y'know.
Me: Naa, maane, I know you have a Rabindric family, but tui to gaiteo parish na, nachteo parish na, porashona-tao khub kichhu korish na eishob line-e. Tobe Rabindranath-er sathe shomporko-ta kothay tor?
You: Rokte. I have him inside me.
Me: Dafuq?! You sound like godzilla now, "inside me"!
You: Fuck you! You are so mean!
Me: Haha! Olebabale, rege gechhe. Nana, ar na. Ajker jonne enough chat kheyechhis.
You: Thank you for this kindness of yours. Janish, it also had books. Jungle Book!
Me: 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.
You: Shetai, feeling ta ar same thake na. Shei freshness-ta.
Me: 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.
You: Kothay boipottor, kothay jhora pata. You really should stop taking drugs, y'know.
Me: Gandu. You had to make a totally stupid joke right now na, just when we were having some serious shit discussion?
But ami kintu ekhono bujhlam na, why are you so excited about that box, if all that it contains are relics?
You: Because they are my memories. Memories I was robbed off. Keu to firiye debe boleni, tao aj dekh, hothat kore peye gelam. Life never ever stopped from making me smile.
Me: Memories? Dolls, and casettes, and books, eguloi tor childhood? Kinda' shallow if you ask me.
You: Shallow? Do you even understand how important they were for me. They were my identity, my childhood. I lost my identity when I was a child. That box, right there beside my bed, freshly opened, represents my lost childhood!
Me: Boro beshi chechachhis. Rege jachhis keno? Dekh amar mote memories are the images stored inside this hollow cranium chamber right above our eye. 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.
You: You seriosuly are stupid, na? Don't you get what I say. They are my childhood!
Me: No. You've had your childhood. Those stuff cannot be your childhood. Your childhood, you've left it behind. I mean.. err... I mean you've had your share of your fun.
You: Fun? Fun?! Is that what you call fun? You know everything about me there is to be known about. And you still say fun?
Me: You're the one who always says she had a normal bachcha bela. Then why this odbhut claim for a speciality tag today?
You: Yes. I like to believe I had a normal childhood. A normal childhood which I hope no child has to face again, it was that normal! But that's about me. You, how can you tag it as normal?! You know all my pains! How can you still say all this then?
Me: Okay. Okay. I withdraw. I'm sorry. You are right. You are right all the way. But what I just want to say is, why make a few casettes and books take the pride in being your childhood. It's more precious than that. Tai na?
You: Yes, maybe. But.. Chhar, you won't understand. I shouldn't expect you to understand. You should just go and sleep. It's Christmas morning, and it's early. Don't waste your sleep on me. I'm sorry.
Me: No man, I'm sorry. Sorry for ruining your Christmas mood. But you know something, I'm really happy you finally found that box. I remember now, how fondly you talked about it back then. Treasure it, like the way I treasure my chithis.
You: Yeah, well. Heh. Thanks. Tui jaa, ghuma ekhon. And remember, bikele we are meeting kintu. Remember to bring some gift for me.
Me: You've got the best of the gifts possible, bitch, you still ask more?
You: Yes. Hihi! I'm greedy!
Me: I see. I'll see what I can bring.
You: Yeah, bye! And a Merry Christmas.
Me: Yeah, Christmas to you too, woman. Chumus and love. Bye.
This is something which I wrote months ago. This is just a revised version. And a Christmas gift.
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