My job gives me a sense of purpose. It has regulated my indisciplined, directionless, wanton, wayward life. It has infused a rhythm, that with its consistent humming does not make life a dragging bore, but rather, calm and serene, much like a peaceful chant...

Awnaamni Awngonaa...

"Aami taar thhikaana raakhini, chhobio aankini..."

Ushko-khushko dheukhelano awbinyasto shoru chule paak dhorechhe...alga bnadhuni shawsta rubber band-ey bnadha...ajawtne kawra shnithite shnidurer bawdole dhulor puru astoron...khawshkhawshe shukno kankalshaar du-haat e churi kano, nidenpokkhe, Ishwarer koruna bawrshonkaari laal shuto'o nei...ek guchho shankha-pawla pawra haater shathe bus ba local train ey jakhan shei haat-o jhole, takhan jyano sheera gulo trishnaarto rukkho shikawrer mawto prokawt hoye thaake...

Doinik jibawner rathochawkrey pishte pishte, tawker aar ghawsha-maaja kawrar awbokaash paowa jaay na; obhimmaane tai shey shukno, knuchkano, awkaaley buriye jaowa...

Kawpaaler ghaam-daager rekha blouse er haatar bhnaaje bhnaaje taar chinho rekhechhe; kono ek-shamaye gaaye thhik hoto, akhan rugno knadh, sheerno haat ey dhawl dhawl kawre...shoru-perey maar-heen nyatano shaari shoreer ey pnechiye aanta...Chokhe mota frame er aaddikaaler chawshma, sharadiner klaanti lukote awpaarog holeo, awleek shawpno ar nishthur baastober majhe nirbhul prohoree hoye royechhe, taa aaj bohu bochhor holo...

Ticket theke gantabyo aanch korte parleo, konn goli, konn bari, thhikana ki, jaana gyalo na...
Shei barir kaw-tawla, kawtaa shniri, ke thaken, ke chhilen, taao na...

Kicchui na...
Shudhu mone holo, enr oteet hoyto amar bartomaan chhilo...
Aamar bhobishyoth, enri bartomaan...