This is the story of an imperfection in Protik Barua life ?

CHITAOGNG, Bangladesh - Dec. 20, 2023 - PRLog -- I love someone who left me for my own good. But alas I couldn't keep her. Maybe the page of that old diary will not be opened again, the ink will not come out of that pen. Only the words written in the diary and the ink marks of the pen will remain.The sound of the clock may not ring again. Don't fix it again. Just look at the mirror of that clock. SMS to that number will not happen again. No reply will come from that side either. I will only remember his promise and the magical look that left me with the hope of survival.Sometimes gallery check will not be given. You won't want to see it, you won't accept it if you see it. The good thing that showed the light of hope to the loved one may not be at home anymore. Will not be called by that magical name. The sound of the bird's voice reminded me of his soft voice, the sound of which made me fall asleep at night. Today, thousands of birds call, but do not wake up.If I got you, maybe I wouldn't understand anything as negligence and imperfection.
Although death is certain, you were the best in my story.