Payer Tolai Sorse

What is life....is it something that distinguishes us from inorganic matter,..or is it just a small voltage fluctuation in an essential flat line on the ECG monitor,or is it a period of time between birth and death,made up by the choices that we all make in between.  As I lie somewhat drowsy ,wriggling with pain in this small cabin of a nursing home after undergoing a surgery,i contemplated the purpose of life.  Does life indeed have a purpose,or is it just living for the sake of living.  I tried to get up to get a view from the small window of this wonderful cabin, but the stitches ached like hell. And just at that moment,when I was totally losing my sanity and senses, my anaesthetic walked in to hold me from making a fool of myself. A bit embarrassed (i was still in my OT dress), i fumbled and she laughed out heartily.  Take rest, i will send someone to change your dress .  My protest was drowned in a series of phone calls.  What will you like to have for lunch? Biriyani......!  She

Beep beep beep.... A sweet voice called " ki re,kmn lagche ekhn.....tor ek chatri dekha korte eseche, vetore pathabo ?" Tor ICU,tui janis. Saradin oi Ipad na dhuke theke ektu bairer jogote ai....kalkei toke HDU te pathate bolechi. Ish,tahole toke r dekhte pabo na? Amai toh onekdin dhore rakhli,ebar jete de. And suddenly she vanished in the mist of the morning. And then i opened my eyes and saw you,  Sir, Bhalo achen....ki j koren, sorirtar to jotno neben,boyes toh hoyeche onek. Bolechilen j Thailand er beach e ganja tante tante morte chan, ta ekhane ICU te suye achen keno. Taratari sustho hon, r beron. Ganja niye esechis? Eta ICU ....u smiled with a bit of fake anger. How much time you spent i didn't know,but it felt like eternity...it's a good thing that they don't allow watches in ICU. So, again to kill the time and to keep the promise,i asked for my Ipad. Our last night's sleep was interrupted by the sounds of packing and bundling. The whole ashram was awa