One evening letter এক বিকেলের চিঠি 
Be that as it may, the letters are composed by him. For instance, toward the evening, sitting in a languid bed, I have composed two tables! Once in a while, when I was dozing, I composed a letter written in Kachala, "The present moon is so wonderful!" Then that day, the day when everybody tied the entryway, where did it go! The day the restricted letter was composed. The tale of the stow away and close the story! Back to the switch of my training! Once in a while I can not comprehend myself, for what reason did I compose the unsavory words, what is the sentiment of pride, energy ... some of the time fights! All is monopolistic, kid! Remaining before the mirror resembles remembering parts of the play. No one is watching, I don't know ... Absolutely nakamo But at the season of composing it doesn't come by any means! Or maybe, don't figure he will state these words? I will live, keep it shrouded ??
Multi day I sent these letters to a major color loaded with shading. Before sending, the psyche was tangled. These works, on the off chance that he doesn't get it? On the off chance that nitwits are inept? Which are all arbitrary In a lake dabano is when, when the cloud was done, the mother's rest bankrupt the stomach and stole cash to purchase butterflies, how are these things to state? Not irregular? Be that as it may, I strikingly sent it.
What will be? Scoop dhottori fadu ... discard! Or on the other hand what is mine I don't see it! However, yes. I saw a great deal of inconvenience! The amount of the ink came up short on mind, discover the word! Try not to need anything ?? So post box signature I sent it. He can achieve the place.
Think perhaps, why khaki? Why the shade of the envelope isn't hued ?? No dad My shading is so rainbow, the envelope ought to be somewhat blurred. Composing the envelope would sit on the touch ?? I don't need the appropriate response. One is the letter of the divider! I overlooked sending. Nah, remember, obviously, what might you say? However, indeed, the sudden letter of the appropriate response, overlooked the upsides of the dad. 
Anyway. From that point forward, I've been fixing this letter. Not a letter, but rather simply the day by day seats ...
(2)
There is definitely no solace in sending stories. Rose is by all accounts off-base! Consistently I was perched on the entryway of the mail station, supposing I came here today. Possibly they neglected to send! A ton of documents, the book of paper may have been rearranged in my stories! I'll take it back taken care of and bring it back clinched. Dread is that as well! On the off chance that absurd words are unfaithful? In the event that the individual is mixed up? On the off chance that you comprehend somewhat whatever remains of the thought?
On the off chance that snickering grins chuckle ?? The companions yelled in a visit saying, "Look ... what's composed in the blue mass of the house or the red-joy of joy, the wonderful, the Atal, open the eyes, overlook the fantasy, satisfaction is once more? Where is the cost? Imagining? Shah, insane !! "
How might I do this? They remained with me, they ... painstakingly, covertly!
Again voracity! Perhaps she snickers excessively, fools giggle. At that point come back to the arrival prepare ... tote with jackfruit! My little room will do the mou minutes in that odd scent. Very, extremely well, you will eat nose in your eyes and will eat hoboo dudu. At that point there will be the sound of chuckling from the separation from the night, some who will contact the first light! What number of things happen ... in the novel, film! The last page of the contents of my stories may have composed a convincing consummation ... possibly not ??
Oh no, voracious, nephew, puji I !! No ??
Letter ... Oh no again a similar misstep. The letter isn't ...
(3)
Numerous days have passed. A few answers did not come. It takes a considerable measure of doltish to act naturally But he dodged the entire pyatukuu Laughing out? might be. What was the key? Two neckbands of festoons ... dry wood as well. A flower petal, possibly parted from the center of the petal. Furthermore, dribbling tears in the water She has assimilated a smidgen of composing with a jump in the paper crease.
Again a smidgen of a wanton personality stated, "Hello, what's the faith in the post box these days, perhaps they are going during that time of grandness?" Going on, Piyon's child is on leave, when the wrenching wrench bike achieves the individual's hands, it's simply the man's hand. In the event that you are so unsteady at that point? "
I'm discussing the story. As a matter of fact, however regular tasks ...
(4)
The envelope has returned this evening. The beneficiary's address does not exist any longer. The letter did not open the paste, there was a sudden. Similarly as I did in the red box. Oh no ... what's the issue with my psyche ... I'm composing a letter once more. What is the letter ?? This is my life Khaki shading blurred envelope ... my entire life will be life. 