Odvut ekta smell baal e Dhaka gud and tar songe veja rosalo gondhe ami kemon jeno matal hye jete laglam.Priya dir thigh e lege thaka rosh e ami nijer ...ive r doga ta bolate laglam ar priya di matha nariye thigh duto ke eksathe gutiye nite chaiche. Amr duto haat diye priya dir thigh ta chepe dhore chumu te ar jiv buliye voriye dilam. Priya die bar ar thakte nap ere dui haat e khamche dhorlo nijer baal e Dhaka gud ta. Kochlate laglo dui haat e gud er papri duto.Komor ta khat theke tule dui haat e. " No one moved.Jeremy asked, "Will we take radios with us on the trip?" Yes," I replied, "Radios have become an important part of our community experience. Maintaining contact with the Woods will be a requirement. The people of the Woods deserve to know what's happening on a regular basis. We hope that some reports will be broadcast to the entire community and all reports will quickly be made available. I have also been asked to write a journal of the trip. It will be transmitted regularly and. They wouldn't even listen to her, choosing to side with her now ex-husband.He had no problems with her desires as long as he got to take part. But when she had found someone who wouldn't allow him into the fun and games, it had gotten nasty fast. She had been left destitute but with a strong desire to show everyone that she was quite capable of making it on her own.Still she couldn't help but think how much easier everything would have been if she had just kept quiet and lived a traditional. The room contained a metal bedstead minus its mattress, various tables and chairs, and strewn here and there were pieces of what looked like gym equipment, odd steel structures, the purpose of which she could only imagine. To one side, stood a set of wooden stocks, restraining devices built to confine the neck and wrists of a bending prisoner between two cut-out, hinged boards. Strange cages hung from the ceiling, ?as she thought to herself?, clever training devices, I suppose. Metal.