Or Ray, who is my childhood friend And everyone will call me Shilja, and call it the rock. Besides, we have studied in the same class in two schools. I am in Raniganj, Nazrul of Shishashol king's school. A couple of miles away I came to the third class in Milan, I am a Hindu and a Muslim, I write poetry - wonder - and write stories. But both of them are mixed. I got to draw that, in which the religion is not colorless - the pull of creation, the pull of literature, the pull of literature. The two booz together, march together, walk, talk, escape someday or school. Grab trunk road, Dhari e-iR line, some days or go, children-shawl forests. Then the English-German first fight. We both are going to matriculation classes and pre-test. There is a rush of soldiers in the city. Hand-to-mouth speech-hot speech Everyone went ahead in heroic races, only Bengali Hindus will remain lagging behind? Say, hero, ever-improved mam head! Tell me!
Two friends got angry. Both of them escaped silently after examining Asansol. From there, the SD-card was settled with Calcutta. Seeing a friend in Asansol, I do not know whether she went to some brave things - she went home and made all the fractures. All the ninety nine numbers in the Bengali Regiment, the doctor said, your length should be measured once more. The second stage was rejected. Why is the name of Namjur and I know that only God and that rahasheb grandma After returning Nazrul to the war, I returned to the house and returned home