Mejdi kichhui janteo parlo na.Shuru holo amar jiboner aar ek jouno addhyay. Ekdike amar barodidir chhele Bablu amake chode, onnyodike amar mejojamaiba...u amake chode. Kintu Bablur sathe chodachudi jemon anayasei hoy bardir bari giye thakle, mejdir flat-e giye Swapandar sathe ta samvab hay na, kenona mejdi sabsomoy ghare thake. Chodachudi kara khub muskil. Aar Swapanda sanghatik vitu manush. Nijer bouke khub voy kare. Sei rater moto amake chudte raji hay na.Voy pay, jodi kono karone mejdir ghum. It was a time when being nuked was a real possibility and it was at school – we were ushered into a room with a lot of instructional and propaganda posters and told to put on the GP-5 mask. I was seven at the time. I remember the mask pulling my hair in all directions if I messed up the sequence needed to pull a very tight piece of rubber onto your head.Once the mask was on, breathing was restricted, the vision was compromised, the feeling was claustrophobic.It definitely was not one of those. She all but dragged Christine out the door.I stayed and had a couple of free drinks with my new friends, and then excused myself to go to the room. I turned down a couple of repeated offers, claiming to be tired and ready for some quiet time. I had no doubt that Christine would be joining me in short order. We both knew she had won, but I was certain she was just as eager to collect as I was to pay.I had to laugh that I had misjudged her when she wasn't back by seven. I was slightly. ”As he spoke, however, the little bump seemed to fester, then broke open. The BB leaked out in a little pimple of white paint and dribbled down her stomach.“You were just too close, Hon, that’s all,” Frank explained. “Let me go across the room and try it on you.”“I’m not so sure I want to be shot again with that thing,” Tanya replied anxiously.Frank grinned. “This ‘thing’ doesn’t have that kind of range. You shot yourself point-blank. It’ll only sting if it’s farther away. You like ‘sting’ –.