Somossa holo porerdin. Khalar name divorce letter die gelo poin. Tar shami r kono obosthatei tar sathe songsar korte raji noy. Khalao rager mathai sig... die dilo. Ekhon se shami sara. Take abar bie deoar jonno jor chesta chollo. Kintu kono lav holo na. bondha meye bie korte keo-e raji noi. Sheshmesh ma boner koste kator hoye bikolpo poth ber korlo. Sele tar mak bie korese, tahole khala k bie korle kono somossa thakar kotha noy.Mar ai attotage khala bishmito. Ami aro ekti purnojuboti meye peye. My arms jerked, trying to shove him away again. But they were weak, my anger sliding. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I fucking love you.” Grief tore through me, hot tears blinding my eyes as I tried to see his face. Blinking them away, I tried to wrap my head around what he said. “They’re going to take our child?” “No. No, this I can promise you. They won’t take her.” Her. That strength. I felt it with every inhale. Stronger with each passing moment. My face felt tight.. I grabbed it and tried to use it as a crutch to stand up. I was rather clumsy, but I was finally able to stand on one leg. I couldn't see how I would be able to get the canoe and pack across the portage so that I could return to my camp.The woman, who had come to my aid, put out her hand and introduced herself as Dawn. Instantly my mind began racing, Dawn, the start of a new day. What a beautiful name. I immediately had visions of early morning sunrises. I could hear birds singing their morning. .ek din bato hi bato mai arun ne mujhe batya ki yaar ek ladki hai jo call kar ke hamesha mujhe pereshan karti hai aor hameha mujhe milne ke liye kehti hai mane kaha to mil le na problem kya hai to usne kaha ki nahi yaar mujhe ye sab nahi pasand hai to mane kaha agar tum kaho to mai mil lu usse dekh to lu uski problem kya hai tab mane arun se uska number le liya aor raat ko kareeb 11:30 par us number par call kiya udhar se ek bhut hi pyari ssi aawaj aayi mane use apne bare mai batya ki mai arun.