Open letter to the future

Written by Farhanax

Letter! Yes, letter. The letter is like a flowing river. With the gentle waves of the language, there are innumerable twists and turns, and Bako has a lot of strange words. In those ghats, when is the mother's longing, longing, waiting for the well-being of the child in the distant hostel, are you well? ' Sometimes Ahadi Baen dreams of frying Abdar, 'But this time I want a red dress.

I know you are wondering, wondering - why letters in this age of electronic mail and text messages? Maybe he thinks, 'Dhyat, whatever

Old-fashioned When the difference in time is almost two decades, then there must be a difference in thinking. Just as the words of Messenger, Snapchat or the Hats app come to mind when they think of reaching out to others with their own words, so in our opinion, a yellow envelope - a colorful letter - flashes in the minds of some old people. The word "letter" seems to be a colorful voyage to the past, the yellow envelope is like the scent of wet algae on a perennial banyan tree. What's more, in our age, he doesn't have Steve Jobs' half-eaten apple in his hand, he doesn't have Google Voice type on his lips, so in the hard reality of finishing the syllabus on time, it's hard to read DNA replication or genetic inheritance. , She sought refuge in this letter today in an attempt to speak.

They are growing little by little in front of our eyes. The girl who left her mother's lap and put her first foot in school and cried with hapless eyes, now I see the girl playing with the rain on the school field at the end of the class. As if he has no worries about returning home. With the cowardice in the words that Kisha's son set foot on the college grounds,

How that boy now fits the drums of BNCC with his strong and courageous footsteps. I am surprised to see all this. When you are swept away in love, you are the one to take the injured friend home. When you explain to your fierce rival girlfriend with absolute compassion that you are not being bullied, then our chests are full of pride. I know that many of us have regrets about their generation, gadgets are all over the place, busy in the virtual world, a generation without value is growing, so many people may be frustrated. But believe me, when your students are involved in the book reading activities of the British Council or the World Literature Center, when they take to the streets in a time of crisis in the country, when they cross the school-college boundary and successfully set foot in a higher education institution,

I am hesitant to say gadget is everything. On the stage of debate, you are the ones who clap your hands with the sharp energy of argument, you are the ones who keep the native culture alive with the help of guitar, then you are only engaged in the virtual world.

How do I slander! In front of the operating theater due to the illness of the teacher, when some of them stand in a shine and give blood, when they leave the field in a hurry to give a chance to the younger siblings to play, knowing that their parents can't do much, some of them burn their bodies and walk. When I return home on foot, I am really ashamed to make them stand on the fence of a valuable trial.

I see them, and I go back again and again to those days, to our fifteenth, to the twentieth, or to the seventeenth. Seventeen! Yes, that's seventeen! This is the age of sowing the seeds of dreams with passionate emotions, and also the age of not accepting some half-hearted opinion in an irrational corner, at this age it is the age of making small mistakes due to lack of experience. I know, it is wrong to misunderstand, the small failure of life hurts to put a stone in the chest of the Taemas, as in our case. I can say with strong faith that after realizing their mistake, they should bow their heads and stand in front of their parents or teachers. I understand that their forgiveness and the hand of consolation on the head of the Taema will be silent in the corner of the eyes, like us. Leaving all mistakes behind, they are again charged with new oaths, the path of fulfilling dreams, the path of living with vigor. That's it, that's it

Is coming. These are just time travel, the game of filling in the blanks. I see, see and feel the difference of two decades on the pretext of their teaching, in the midst of their teachings, I think to myself, I have to give up space. To put it bluntly, we are responsible for the constant poisoning of the heavy air of the old world, the removal of the green shadow from their heads or the cause of global warming.

The punishment should be allocated for our generation. I just want - all our virtues are in the hands of all of us

Get up with the blessings of Taema.

No matter what anyone says, I don't believe I've lost everything. Let's see how the stars of the eyes play with the shining Chaitra's radiance, the lively arrogance of the chin. I know that one day, with their gentle hands, they will build a green world without any discrimination. They are

The white dove will fly in the blue sky of success.

Let all our love touch them.