Dear rain writer, the wind was slipping outside that day, it was raining on me. I stood by the window grill and stared at it. Suddenly your father called and said, fix a poem! We both love poetry. After getting the phone, I also went down to Kavitabunne. In one place, there was talk of 'writing in the rain'. Look, your father used the word 'rainforest' there. Hearing the word, I fell in love. I shouted for joy, "Hurray, my daughter's name will be Brishtilekha." Your father gladly agreed. Yes, from the day you were born. Know that your father loves you very much just like your mother. What would you look like; Your eyes will be like two fathers, or like a mother; Your first bully will start with the mother, or with the father --- you know, how many childish quarrels with your father!Your hair will be as neat as your mother's, your house will be full of dolls. Like your father you will be a bookworm, there will be a small decorated library in a corner of your house. Ah, how many dreams revolve around you in our minds! Dear Rainy Writer, you know, every time your dad left, I would hold on tight. I didn't want to let go. You must be like me when your father leaves saying 'Dad, oh Dad, you don't go!' Ahlade said, wanting to hold the legs of the whimsy to hold, so no, say? Your father says, you love your father more than your mother! Girls are very fond of parents! Every time Dad returned home, he would bring you chocolates, buy you nice clothes, and return home with all your favorite toys. Then you would jump into your father's lap saying 'Baba Baba' with great joy, and kiss and caress your father's cheeks and neck with your eyes,Isn't it? To love dad so much, yes, tell me? Dear Rainy Writer, let's get to the real thing. Your father and your mother are getting separated. We are leaving on two opposite banks of the river. We have decided that we will not bring you back to this world. Because when you come, there will be various crises with your patriarchal identity. That is why your father decided not to show you the face of this world. Maybe your father will have a nice family. Your grandparents have children in that house. Your father will forget you instantly. Yes, you can, you can go. But me? I'm mom, I can't forget you at all! Well raincoat, who do you really look like? Like me, or like Dad? I understand the eyes were very beautiful like two fathers? If you smiled, would you read the toll on your cheek? Did your parents have the same toll on your chin? His complexion was as pale as his father's,Or green like mother? The hair was curly like dad, or creeping like mom? Like a father who loves to read books? Must be very talented like father? Jhumur jhumura dhupiye to dance to the tune of the song after the legs dhungiye, right? To be a man with a big heart like mom, no, say? You must have hugged your father and sang with him. Why are your eyes filled with tears? Well, if you had come, your mother's life would have changed completely, wouldn't it? She wouldn't cry alone every night in the middle of the night, would she? All his time would have been spent to stop your crying. Your mother would have given up on her long-held plan to commit suicide, thinking of your future, wouldn't she? Your mother's house would have been happily filled if you had come? This house and this house, as empty as your mother's house, would carry a tide of joy everywhere, wouldn't it? Dear Rainy Writer, The wind was blowing outside that day,Jochana was touching me. I stood by the window grill and stared at it. Suddenly your father called and said, fix a poem! We both love poetry. After getting the phone, I also went down to Kavitabunne. In one place, there was talk of 'writing in the rain'. Look, your father used the word 'rainforest' there. Hearing the word, I fell in love. I shouted for joy, "Hurray, my daughter's name will be Brishtilekha." Your father gladly agreed. Yes, from the day you were born. Know that your father loves you very much just like your mother. What would you look like; Your eyes will be like two fathers, or like a mother; Your first bully will start with the mother, or with the father --- you know, how many childish quarrels with your father! Your hair will be as neat as your mother's,Your house will be full of dolls. Like your father you will be a bookworm, there will be a small decorated library in one corner of your house. Ah, how many dreams revolve around you in our minds! Dear Rainy Writer, you know, every time your dad left, I would hold on tight. I didn't want to let go. You must be like me when your father leaves saying 'Dad, oh Dad, you don't go!' Ahlade said, wanting to hold the legs of the whimsy to hold, so no, say? Your father says you love your father more than your mother! Girls are very fond of parents! Every time Dad returned home, he would bring you chocolates, buy you nice clothes, and return home with all your favorite toys. Then did you jump into your father's lap saying 'Baba Baba' with great joy, and kiss and caress your father's eyes, cheeks and neck all over the place, right? To love dad so much, yes,Tell me? Dear Rainy Writer, let's get to the real thing. Your father and your mother are getting separated. We are leaving on two opposite banks of the river. We have decided that we will not bring you back to this world. Because when you come, there will be various crises with your patriarchal identity. That is why your father decided not to show you the face of this world. Maybe your father will have a nice family. Your grandparents have children in that house. Your father will forget you instantly. Yes, you can, you can go. But me? I'm mom, I can't forget you at all! Well raincoat, who do you really look like? Like me, or like Dad? I understand the eyes would be very beautiful like two fathers? If you smiled, would you read the toll on your cheek? Did your parents have the same toll on your chin? The color of the skin was pale like father, or green like mother? The hair was curly like Dad's,Or creeping like a mother? Like a father who loves to read books? Must be very talented like father? Jhumur jhumura dhupiye to dance to the tune of jhumura jhumura dagiye feet, right? To be a man with a big heart like mom, no, say? You must have hugged your father and sang with him. Why are your eyes filled with tears? Well, if you had come, your mother's life would have changed completely, wouldn't it? She wouldn't cry alone every night in the middle of the night, would she? All his time would have been spent to stop your crying. Your mother would have given up on her long-held plan to commit suicide, thinking of your future, wouldn't she? Your mother's house would have been happily filled if you had come? This house and this house, as empty as your mother's house, would carry a tide of joy everywhere, wouldn't it? The line of eternal bliss would have fallen in the eyes of your ever-sad mother, wouldn't you? Your mother numbers you,Rather than teaching English, it meant teaching people to love, kindness, responsibility and to be great, right? You must be a very compassionate person like mother? Dear Rainforest, I'm sorry. Sorry, both of us. Your parents are getting divorced. You forgive both parents. We did not let you come to earth. You could no longer come into our arms for us. The two people closest to you have pushed you the farthest away today. We have limited you to just one name. I just gave you a name, I didn't give life anymore ... I couldn't give it anymore. Forgive me, raincoat. Rainforest, innumerable rainforests like yours are born in this world as just a name, born as human beings and never rise. Forgive us for limiting you to name only. One thing is for sure, your parents really loved you, loved you,Will love This is your cowardly-selfish parents
The line of eternal bliss would have fallen in the eyes of your ever-sad mother, wouldn't you? Your mother taught you love, kindness, responsibility and being great, rather than teaching you math and English, wasn't it? You must be a very compassionate person like mother? Dear Rainforest, I'm sorry. Sorry, both of us. Your parents are getting divorced. You forgive both parents. We did not let you come to earth. You could no longer come into our arms for us. The two people closest to you have pushed you the farthest away today. We have limited you to just one name. I just gave you a name, I didn't give life anymore ... I couldn't give it anymore. Forgive me, raincoat. Rainfall, countless rainforests like yours are just a name born into this world,He was not born as a human being. Forgive us for limiting you to name only. One thing you know for sure, your parents really loved you, loved you, loved you.
Sincerely
Your cowardly-selfish parents
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