Yesterday, Student Association of Bangladesh (SAB) celebrated Bangladesh Night. It was famous International Mother Language Day. It is hard to feel the attachment with those martyr after so many years but I have kind of weird attachment with Shaheed Minar. It was kind of soothing place for me when I was in BUET. Every time, when I was distracted I used to be there. I was feeling like I am in the safest place in Dhaka city. I am with some people those are crazy. I am pretty sure, most of them didn't know what they were going to do. I know Bangladeshi people! They are crazy.
I am not a cultural guy but still when I was in BUET I felt connected with such cultural performance. For some reason, I am unable to feel connected with these guys. I am not suppose to be here. I feel like, I am not one of 'em. I don't belong to 'em. Obviously, this is my bad. I am not comfortable with the people not like me. I was feeling so disconnected with them. Anyway, this is my life, this is me! But I was amazed yesterday, there was almost four hundreds Bangladeshi. It was great, seeing so many Bangladeshi together.
On the top of all these it was a bad day for me. I could not sleep in previous night. I went for work at the morning. The last nail in the coffin came at night. It was kind of freaking for me. I crept on my bed for the whole night. I was feeling so dejected that I could sleep at all. I turned all my electronic gadget off. I was wanted to be alone. But I had not thought of such a freaking repercussion. I am going insane.
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