Achievement medical retirement: part 2

Are you ready to do royite?
Yes
Hey shit Why so duras!
After entering the medical college in the morning, we got the train by submitting the letter of transfer, the train passed through the dark forest all night, and my whole night jigged me all night.

After returning from Sylhet, he bought two Shawn Tatrone clothes and made two fans, father, Aponon would go to college later. In the college of his own city, the father's college, not passing by the way of two days from the house, crossing the border of Gangni and crossing the old railway crossing the old residential Iskul, the college that crossed the crossroads, he is in college. If the young rickshaw is fifteen minutes, then twenty-five Sylhet jute jute by Mymensingh. After passing orders like Aponon, go to college, dress under dresses, no wear and tear, no one takes care of whether there is a spade in front of the apron. This event gives me pleasure There is no obligation to travel. Anyone, boy or girl, whatever clothes they wear, they should be put on top of the soft apone. There are coals like coat collars, pockets, waist belts, and then I feel like I have a coat. All unknown strings in the college Most of the houses are in Dhaka, in the hostel, and I count the number of people in the city only. I have not been accustomed to seeing girls in Ishakul college girls, and I have to walk in front of the class, in the corridor, on the ground, crooked eyes on the stairs, laughing eyes, thirsty eyes, yes. The inertia keeps me intensified. The room where we, the newly admitted students, was first taken, is the dissection room of the discovery room in the bed in the middle of the door. In my room, my eyes are nauseated, my mouth is nauseated, my mouth stays in the mouth, my mouth stays in the mouth, I stop breathing in vomiting, but there is a limit to the breathing, but it does not bother to smell the nose, and the nose on the stomach. The legs, even on the toes, spread. The dead people lie on the table, they are standing around the table, children wearing hilarious aprons, not only standing, but also standing on the ground, so that the smell of dolanachapara smells, smelling on the dead people. People once laugh, weep, love someone, screams in the trunk of the fingers, and now that the cutting is being done, the flesh of the chest being removed and the inner heart is being raised, that is not enough. A cold death descends on the spine, spreading all over my body. One day, everybody will die one by one, and we will become such an unhappy one. Leaving the group, leaving the room, comes out of the house, comes to death with death. Walking in the corridor, even death. Outside the Eucalyptus tree sit down and die.
The whole day is divided into four children: the second day. Head, chest, hip, lower abdomen In my part, I got downstairs, or in the bottom of the stomach. Now, cut off the dead people, learn to wear the abdomen, pick up what is in the belt, take a tray, choose a quiet angle with your partner, have a book of Cunningham, one will read, another will listen, one will understand, one will ask, one will ask, one will give support, another will raise objection. I will not be able to read through the magazines and by whom. The hostel's boys have chosen permanent companion to read, I have nothing permanent, I am alone. Come home alone by rickshaw, go home alone at the end of the class, read alone. Baba Dhaus Dhaus has bought some books, there are big colorful images, on the opposite page, when I see the picture of the book, Yasmin looked at the blasted eyes. Sixty sixty do not enter the head, fifteen goes into the exit, and twenty-five percent of the head is head, not my threshold. The mother was pleased to see Gray's Anatomy. The mother knows the names of these books beforehand, when the father used to read the medicine, he would keep it, and if he wanted, he would have been ahead. Baba's time was not so great in the length of the book, in my time, all the Azadaha stones and tree tails were formed. When I lean on the book, do not read or read, Mother Leibu Shrubat, or Mukti Bhabha, or ginger tea leaves on the table, silently. I have been adamant at home, before going to college, my mother washed her hair, dressed apparel, sentel forwarded to the foot. And as I entered college, my condition became grave - I can not read, nor can I cut my head.