1 From all those years agoI still rememberfingers and hands, toes and legsa flatness lying in......

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You leave for Dhaka from Kushtia because Hasib, your roommate at the Madrasa whose family lives......

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I last met Jayanta uncle in June this year. Then his last words were, “please do......

I (28 th August 2023) I feel your absence like an earthquake. The wayan earth-hugging invertebrate......

in Jayanta da was a beautiful soul and a remarkable human being. Everything about him was......