The Buddhapriya

These days nobody reads no one. In this epoch of #NonReaders, writers cannot breathe. You already know how they cannot. I am pretty sure, either people will overlook the content. Or this post might not even appear to many walls those who do not read. It is good to know that one of the party consists of non-reader. Or else the level of cut throat market will stand up. Another section, reads. No doubt. The one thing to lament is on the vastness of the non-readers than readers. Personally I prefer reading hard copies. But also read online. At a time, purchasing a bulk costs a lot. Though, not influencing to increase screen time.  . . . I might now end abruptly. Peace. Just a random piece of shit utterance on paper.

Tana-Rickshaw chorte bhalo lage? Ami chotobelay jokhon Esplanade jetam, pujo teh shopping korte. It used to be the most happening time of the year. Metro thekei neme Pepsi🥤khawa, tarpor market e dhuke shei mixed fruit juice. Edik theke odik ghure jokhon klaanto hoye jetam. Kichu chawar aagei peye jetam papdi-chaat. Shei ek dokaan theke onno dokaan. Abar ghure phire shei oi dokaan. Ei korte korte, amar ekdin icche kore 'tana-rickshaw' chorte. Onek e choto chilm. Papa ke bolechilm amar icche tah. Thik ki bolechilo toh mone nei. Kintu eta mone pore je— Kauke koshto diye keu shukhe thakte parena.  Ekhono jokhn jai Esplanade, ei shikkhata mathay ashe. Papa mone hoy bhule geche, kokhon bolechilo. Kenoki erom kotha Papa majhe majhei bole.  Ashole, jara niye cholen shei rickshaw, keu keu khub e briddho. Jodi tader bhaara tah dewar jaygay, ekta cake kine dewa jay tader na koshto diye, tahole kemon hoy?