500 years… And I’ll find a small terrace, so small that you’d never see it;500 years… And I’ll spot some speck of green, all natural, trust me!500 years… I’ll look above me and look again to see when and where I missed the sliver of blue.500 years… I’ll find my soft spot.
An effort to write in Bangla after a long long time. Please bear with me for spelling/grammatical mistakes, if any.
Remembering the song by Beatles…https://www.instagram.com/p/Bkw6NklnrSL/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=vsflmbrqhdyl
Believing in sweethearts
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