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Talk about money   Basher Sultan   01/08/2021   I can't take care of m Book

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Talk about money Basher Sultan 01/08/2021 I can't take care of m

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Talk about money Basher Sultan 01/08/2021 I can't take care of my house - and you say happy family I'm sorry to say, my predecessors were not confident in birth control! You feel bad to hear that Where fireflies flicker and light up at night in the bamboo garden, sitting on the edge of the pond, I wonder if I would cringe - and you would fall asleep happily calling for a crunch to get an ear, in a dream Pankhiraj(horse) would run a horse. The narrator cries happily-at the base of the night in the grove of the well; You fall asleep happily with a pillow over your head and I walk with my chest in pain: I spend the night; no one sees my sleepless sad happiness? And you are joking that you are your family - happy family; The orange of the northern neighborhood laughs and says you are a waste. One morning, as I was walking along the road, I saw a crowd of people shouting at me. Why? Why are you shouting so much --- I understand! After a long time, meanwhile, the pockets of many are already empty. After a while, it was understood that after some people were talking, some people were saying that man was crazy. I no longer went inside the crowd, but went straight to the raw market. On the other hand, nothing stops at the time of corona, the price of commodities like corona is increasing - like emptying pockets is crazy. Let's not talk about the amount of money I spent on raw materials. I said, meanwhile I came home and saw that Ginny(wife) was not at home. After realizing the sharpness of his mood, I realized that he was concentrating on the painter's craft with the help of his wireless hand. Let's face it - in the modern age, it's not easy. Cooling the mood, I said in the guise of Thakur(chief) I want a cup of hot tea at this moment. After hearing this, in a roaring voice calling out to the clouds, she said like the roaring Dajjal Baud(shuttering) of rural Bengal, look, I will make it because I am not your slave? Make your own and eat it. It seems that the market has come and saved the world; I will eat everything in the market alone? How much more ----. Instead of paying attention to the ear, he went out to itch with the little finger in his ear and went to Mili's tea shop at the bend of the road and asked for tea. I see a cup of hot tea. Hey, uncle tea is hot. Does anyone eat cold tea? Millie answers. Hey, Beda doesn't eat tea, he drinks it like water. Again the mood got worse, I will eat with shala money and still talk? Far be it from me to drink tea, I didn't even smoke that day.