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Letter to Miss Invisilia

Dear miss Invisilia,

i am wondering about the question mentioned above, previously i had talked top you about the color of dream, size of dream, dimensions of dream and all the possible attributes, in the period of time i am again the victim of self prisoner, i know what is good, i know what ios bad, but i fear i dont have much knowledge about the execution of bad or good things on a proper time, thats why the my frequecy of getting deceived by time, dreams and people around me can be measured in UHF (ultra high frequency),  days ago I talked with Eminem about all these things, he was surprised to listen my feelings as he found that similar to him....

sometimes, transformation around me give a alternate shock, the latest example is Mr Albert, I knew albert 4 years ago in University, the intimacy has been developed like anything... you know 10 years ago Albert was a culprit in Dhaka University and he was dismissed from his college, but the strong man learned the reality life himself and now he is a very good man, with a family and children.... years ago he was wildly searching for hamps in the concrete jungle of dhaka or inside the dark lane of Ason, nowdays he is found searching for fresh fruits for his wife and toys for his children in the market.... If i knew nothing beyond the border of my country MR Albert would be the Ideal persona for me after Bill Gates, George W BUsh and Kofi Annan and other evergreen leaders,

IF ONLY THE GREATESS OF HUMAN IS MEASURED ON THE BASIS OF HIS/HER DREAMS, I BET I WOULD BE THE GFREATEST PERSON EVER BORN...................

{THE DREAM SERIES}

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