Departing Future

Robin Babu came to our neighborhood about five years ago today, along with his son, wife and elderly father. And like the five neighbours, his behavior was full of decency and admirable. Every person in the gentleman's house did not have a good or bad relationship with the people of our house. He used to meet and talk when he needed. When he got up in the morning, I could hear the sound of his son learning to read aloud, Rabin Babu regularly took him to private tuition in the afternoon, or sometime. His wife.

The boy was also like Arpachjan, he studied, he used to spend his spare time with his mother, watching comedy shows on TV channels, his mother went to eat at Dakdil, and everything was going on normally. He is living his life alone, no one talks to him anywhere unless necessary, does not give him the respect he deserves. He was being treated like an additional burden. He himself talks to his own mind, constantly fighting with the mind to find an explanation for various miscalculations in the calculation of the mind. The three animals of the house have closed themselves in a separate circle, and the fact that there is no place in that circle for the lost past can be understood by observing their present today. Future travelers also need to remember that the future will one day write the past.