12/06/2024
I left home in 2008! After leaving home did not stay at home for a week! Go and come! Do not go home unless it is very urgent.
How many years have I stayed in the village? Until the age of 20 or 22! Since then I live in this city! How many places in this city is or has been! Hall-hostel-mass-house-home-office-factory, secretly-secretly-how many ways I have stayed!
I brought a life full of youth now the hair has started to turn white!
So many years and so much time passed in the blink of an eye in this city, I could not think about life, no leisure, no vacation! Knowledge-intelligence-education-labour - I have given all the time to this city!
However, this city did not become mine. I do not feel any pull towards anything in this city!
I'm attracted to my clay house of tin rice village! I feel the flow of the river that I learned to swim in!
I used to walk along the path to school that pulls me!
Sailboats, banana tree rafts, grapefruit balls, green leaf umbrellas attract me!
Sometimes I think that the friends who stayed in the village, they are better! There was no need to come to this city!
The melancholy of the city, depression, loneliness, emotional pain, fake friendships, unnecessary busyness, free use of unnecessary things torment me!
What I gave to this city, was owed to my native village!
This city is a very selfish city. Pashan city, acting city! This city of complicated equations full of money and finance! Human life is like the life of insects!
Those who became own until 16 years are own at the end of life, the chirping of birds, the sound of insects in the evening, the call of birds, the ho**ah of foxes all night long!
Purnima night dead sound of dry bamboo!
In 15 years I could not take this city! This city does not think of me! As needed!
