I saw an illustrated life for a long time. I have found peace.
Sometimes people have to be allowed to fly freely. It feels very peaceful. I am going back to my isolated life again. My urban jam. Papu. Insanity. Intoxication. Time to blow away. Time: Flirting. Insignificant noon. And Boishakh waking up in the heat of the memory stored in the darkness of the night. The life of the shadow
That is my real life. In the middle I wanted to get back to that social chain life. That's not really my life. Wanted to infiltrate chain life. But discipline is just a word. Promise is a dhutura fruit
But I failed. I accepted this failure
Stay well
Be careful
Stay safe.
Stay healthy O chain, social noble life ...
