Last night I again saw my parents in dream, though the dream was sort of meaningless and I forgot exactly what it was. But they were there.

I told this to a friend who replied "that's good right, it's like free trip to India every night".

I was reading  Humayun Ahmed now and suddenly got reminded of this. Ektu ektu monkharap lagchhe, pyanpyane bachchader moto hoye jachchi ami!!

P.S. I should stop writing my diary in the blog.