The power of the depressed reservoir

Mukhabai touch is eager to see a net book loss of up to cheer everyone is going to become extinct when it disappeared somewhere deep in one of the colonies themselves, Mamun Hossain to yourself when you see the signs in the second; Our own, - or even rushing towards the predicted endangered future, we also run on rats. Pointing to the wordsIn his own words, 'their tips and watches', to avoid various anxieties, the people who have teamed up with one day 'walk' one day. They appear to us in an unfinished form, but they are aware of their totality, in the strength of our crying power, the anguish of dreams, the way to the end of the path, but the way we go, every step of the way. Before long, God forbid the crying power to call a rectangle of prayer to be spoken. 'Old or new again' - so we get the chance to talk again. The craze that proves to be 'individuality' or is running 'the rats that they themselves are replacing'. It is a chance that Mamun Husain, Mamun Hussein, is able to get rid of the gap in the gap, which is never possible from the text of any other book.

Pointing to the words
Pointing to the words

Mamun wrote his own story, find out his various footprints; He is facing a dysfunctional nature of his own innocent mother, who has been a part of the Dementi, who has been confronted by the dangers of the pigmented children. Nevertheless, it is not personal even with personal prose. In the end, the chorus is called Joshara Samakal, North-Anbeshya. The identification mark that he presented, the panchali that we started, or joining the people of the time, was indefinitely involved in the market, all of them were happening in the personal manifestations of social minorities. Recognizing the time, we remember Mamun, who finally began to think, 'Now it seems that writing is a big problem to discover the tradition than modernity!' In the modernization of Mamun's writings, those who lose their way, keep on spinning mounds, engrossed jealousy, they can think again, How deep is the trend of exploration We have been writing a book as a weak person, but we also get a readpoint narrative. The preparation is not to be separated, but to prepare to match, 'taste for release between thousands of ties'. He wrote down all the best sentences of Manishvindhudh, writing that he thinks, maybe it goes wrong, and some words reach the bottom of the feeling that his own words become. He lost his self-esteem, feeling that his personalities became apparent because of his personalities. He wrote, 'The ancient Greeks could have used to think - the oratories, gymnastics, astrophysics, philosophy, literature, music, warology - everything they thought would go forward. We can not In the era of super specialty we all are one half-man The way I understand myself, it seems that still philosophers, physicists, musicians, painters, Biological Scientist, Agronomist, can live a creative life only with his world. But the people of the literature do not mind accepting that all antantholies are only reversing the prose-verse. As a result, I do not have any 'Literature'. The teammates boycotted considering my poor conduct in a different way. The great thing about Literature is that since man and these people grew up with such a diverse profession, such a strange behavior and intensity that it is ready to taste the slightest taste of eternity. As a result, many of the top-notch mind-boggling messages of thought have been affected by a lot of noise. For this reason, intellectual gains have increased a lot, and no such exaggerated behavior is exempted. Friends, this changed eyes and face of the crane of the meurupurupulake knowledge of my stomach increases. ' (Pp. 35-36) We see, a metaphor is being born into a number of metaphors, which are continuing in parallel, The Metaphorarei is still in the house, He is moving forward to the book, going forward with the book, to Jibon's book, and again, Harman is walking convincingly near the middle of Hesse towards the river. But the 'story' of Mimshmuthuir Gaya is not found across the river, while the cremation grounds are buried under the police's guard, the ashes of the fire cover face, bookpot and book shelf. Seeing the nature of life, he saw the Achyun people, without being a bookworm, engrossed in pleasures, rebellion, laughing, cheating of life, and living in comfort, colonization of happiness and relief. They do not write prose-verse, they are obviously invisible, but all of them are partners in the greatness of creativity, and they are writing about the great epic of Mahakal. He concludes, '... I do not have any pain when the name of the author is dismissed from the author's account. Now it is always the reader's book, A tips in the viewer's book prepared the tips. And wondering, we had a tense of time, when we love friends, we walked miles a mile. ' (P 37)

Imagine, being surprised, being skeptical and finding answers, He is often skeptical of death thinking, loneliness, beauty, or tears of eternal happiness. There are some texts and statements about Ilias in his book. Or, let's talk about Kayes Ahmad - he has searched his mortal industry more than once. Father's death is there - more death touched him, touching the water of the pond, and thinking about the effect of 'Vidyasagar's' influential-speech, forgetting the first daughter, the widespread death of the people, is worried about whether to stay in the country Loneliness companion death of a violin All deaths have their own voice. But Elias's feeling of father's death - the feeling that the Sermon was the only indigenous to all - he was specially identified with Eliash. In the case of Ilias, he may or may be with astonishing surprise, With the secret of deadly temptation that could not be avoided, the person's writing, accent, political commentary, statement, discussion, and all the creations that he has created in the stream of torrents. Mamun has seen, Elijah finally tried to avoid this natural death, so he brought forward all the emergency questions of his time. People and people of all ages have become Elijah's only focus. Once again, Kaise Ahmed's voluntary endeavors, he thought that, by the death of this one day, he would reach a world of happiness and pain, think one day, 'voluntary is not a sin, not erosion, this death is as beautiful as the fright of Mahabharata.' (P. 173) Mamun came to meet with the theory of beauty and found that he was considered to be the most handsome man, and found little trust in his own wisdom; He invented a stunning and violent man, he kept his steadyiereus-violin playing hand and kept silent on the head of Mamun's head, trapping his mother's cancer-related book, in formalin, feeling, '... even after applying to all the intellectual-musicians of this city. A record can not be rugged. ' (P. 19) But he went through all the extraordinary lessons of beauty, 'Kaka, seeing my beautiful eyes, my eyes get wet.' 'What is the beauty of crying?' - Mamun learned to think Vihalabadak brought him to the newspaper cut out in the pocket, the picture of the slogan written by Noor Hossain, he is not sleeping, tears - only he is touching the tears, he says, 'see the wonderful beauty of death Kaka ....' (P. 80) Mamun, who has reached the heart of the middle class in the theory of beauty, surrounded the tone of voice: 'The day the man was burnt to the crematorium, what was the promise that day, He does not remember all that he sees in the river. By the time the cremation ground was removed, the ash removed and returned home again. A friend of the department of ceramics donated two impressions, hanging out at home. Wife is doing a house-plant. Many books like art culture professors have been found in beauty matters. The song has been there. Jamini, Bergman, Tarkovsky, Priyat ... at the bottom of the gap. When I'm dreaming of a shocking life with a faux-motif of Argan Design House, Callupuri, Coca-Cola, Viagra, Shopping Mall, Burger, Magdalond etc, a hulligong has arrived in our housing estate at night with a smart huligan. I heard the whole night. Called me I did not go Called someone for help, I did not go. Called someone to help, I did not receive the phone, asked to report to the police station. Did not agree The guard remained bloody. I do not call an ambulance. Across the house to avoid noise torture, sharp sarad uphill. Other Professors, Artists, Physicians, Housing Estates, The mid-night meritorious music that came from the philosopher's house once exhausted the voice and pronunciation of the Huligins. Our beautiful books, our Rabindranath, Tarashankar, Jibanananda, Bibhuti, Kafka, Camus, Marx, along with our well-ordered disciplined books, listen to the sound of breaking the doors through the windows, to meditate on the eyes of the gang rape. Unusual social scientist in the adjacent apartment has abused the teeth ... Deminition of Responsibility! I forgot the words I wished. For that, with all the folly, in a beautiful rocking chair, I've killed whole life for the financie Wex. When news of this self-publishing spreads, my fame is a little bit. Now in the spring a flower blooms in my grave Finding someone like Dwijen Sharma to find out the name of the flower is Narcissus. Flowers are now playing in the graves and the beauty is spreading. ' (P. 81) I've killed whole life for the financier Wex. When news of this self-publishing spreads, my fame is a little bit. Now in the spring a flower blooms in my grave Finding someone like Dwijen Sharma to find out the name of the flower is Narcissus. Flowers are now playing in the graves and the beauty is spreading. ' (P. 81)

Kannakata Raghudai has tried Mamun to 'see the water in the eyes'? How many different types of crying, we did not know. Alice Elise was crossing her tears by swimming - she reminds him. And he became helpless in his weakness about Nimai Haldar. Feeling that tears might have touched him first, at Father's grave The baby Mamun was raised high for his father's face. She can only guess that the little cotton cottage has taken place in her father's nostril. This is how long tears are padded, when the mother is absent, she weeps, weeping in the face of a drowsing teacher, forgetting the tears of the teacher, forgot the tears of the teacher, forgot her tears, 'The youngest friend Ratan was beaten to death by the jihadi sword of the student organization. If you put a page marker in front of him, he keeps mentioning the cry of Manishvindhudh sadhakanta, Finding Relationships With People With Tears Of Self-Defense Or Self-Improvement In this era of death or death of the book, forgot crying in this era, Mamun suddenly went on to a lonely book, as long as selfish and at least fifty years of his life was praying for the rest of the book. Feeling self-conscious, Virginia Wolf writes: "When everyone is rewarded in the last trial, God looked at the students and said," Look, Peter, I will allot my prize, and there is nothing to reward us. " They really liked to read .... (P. 107) Like fifty years of selfishness, more than fifty years are spent praying for the book. Feeling self-conscious, Virginia Wolf writes: "When everyone is rewarded in the last trial, God looked at the students and said," Look, Peter, I will allot my prize, and there is nothing to reward us. " They really liked to read .... (P. 107) Like fifty years of selfishness, more than fifty years are spent praying for the book. Feeling self-conscious, Virginia Wolf writes: "When everyone is rewarded in the last trial, God looked at the students and said," Look, Peter, I will allot my prize, and there is nothing to reward us. " They really liked to read .... (P. 107)

Do not come back in the past, to walk in the light of the time, in the light of the dazzling darkness of the time, Mamun should show us the present colony, which is very impoverished. We do not have the courage to seize the colonial nets - to say more truthfully, we do not think we're bound to be in a new colony. What was that colony, how many experiences he got himself, from professional life, to Padrisibpur or to Pabna? Political misconduct, religious impoverishment and distorted urbanization of the city, people eating leaning, human minds, living standards When he reached Padrshibpur by public service, Rita Gomez wanted to know from her, whether she would want to stay away, or would she run away soon. Mamun was one exception. The religious fanatics got angry, 'Can Muslim Christians eat cooks of Christianity?' Widow Nurjahan has found out for cooking to avoid rage. The Gulf War has started, The religionists have jumped over the Christians as 'followers of Bush'. Mamun tried to convince Mamun, Tariq Aziz, the family of the Christian family, fighting Bush against Bush. The selection of the boarding committee of the school is that the bishop nominated a stranger to the nominees, and the politics of elections has started. External impression is going on, on the cheek, Mamun has removed himself from there. The one-eyed beard like the unfortunate and the oiled oil cap on the head after someone is seeking saline for the wife's physical weakness, the official saline is only for the diagnosis of diarrhea-cholera, so the news has spread to the air in 'No more attention to the cadres'. What kind of mentality we have spread in our homes, Mamun has realized the daily life of Padshishpur. Rita Gomez's silly question is also answered by a question that can not be settled. Or the question that arises is that the answer is awakened. Mamun has to settle the same kind of inquiry every day. But there are achievements, there is received. After reaching Srimanta near Kirtankhola, after a long time, I remember 'Siddhartha', all of Hemant's unforgettable songs and cinematography on the river brought water to the eye. As Kamlokumar returns, 'Speaking of very deep mind, the eyes themselves become characters.' Seeing the crisis of existence, in the eyes of a Christian girl, prayers will not come, 'Miss' can not understand that she He is a sinner who thinks he is Sleeping in the morning is blowing in the ear, the music, 'The parrot of the fire touches the soul ....' His shivering spread throughout the body, there is no window in the house, Opened the southern door and saw 'hundreds of people in medicinal herbs meditated in front of St. Joseph's monastery. The long cassack, Father Sarman, cross throat, ... Rabindranath wanted to feel like this. ' Navannan organized in Sara Palli. Somewhere in the old hours. Suddenly, the historical gap of the Bengali Muslim family, 'When music in all communities has been associated with religion, it has been carefully avoided.' It also thought, 'Despite the strong influence of Muslims in the entire Indian way of life, it could not have any major impact on the Muslim community in Bengal.' (Pp. 122) The question is, "The minority is also Hindu and Buddhist, but the so-called headless people of the society, such as the university's professors-intellectuals or representing people, In spite of having a consensus of the hundred-year-old Dharmapalli with the help of European soldiers, why are they still in the nooks? (P. 124) Father Siegeri was never talked to the Father about this, this displeasure arose. Again, Hemayetpur came down with the feeling of Neese on the insettii, on the page, on the end of it, writing down the thick nib, the full name and death date of the non-selfless non-breaking schizophrenic person. Someone did not come to inquire about it, after the improvement of the situation, the workers of social welfare who came to know about the address can be made to the address. The painful experience, but the soul-in-the-scenes divide the soul. After the improvement of the situation, the employees of social welfare, who came to know about the address, are known for making the address. The painful experience, but the soul-in-the-scenes divide the soul. After the improvement of the situation, the employees of social welfare, who came to know about the address, are known for making the address. The painful experience, but the soul-in-the-scenes divide the soul.

Speech is a depressing force that gives us fuel to be pleasing, to move forward. Mamun Hussain's A-book strikes us to revive the past, face a new colony, inquire about it. The face we have hid from us, like the face of the face, suddenly shimm cuff of cotton. Flying on the sun, flying on the five fingers, and calling us to walk more and more.