Decades later, in a carom board battle played today, I lost to Jai Dai. I would rather be unhappy with that thought than lose the game. I immediately think, spit life, how sad I am, to be sad, I have to think such a thing. In the face of inferiority, shame and revenge, I will not offer another game and Jai Dai's victory is dear to me. Again, I immediately felt that Jai Dai had only won, I was not a loser, I was not even playing to win. I am happy that I have given heavenly salvation to seven successful blacks along with my continuous unsuccessful strikes. I think again! How do you think you are saved?
I laugh silently, Jai Dai is also laughing, maybe he understood? All the games were played by the white striker. Winning and losing are not given by the brain revolution. I thought in the morning, there is one thing in the experience, people are not interested in the entertainment of thinking.
Dai didn't blow the trumpet of victory, Jai Dai is very capable, but he keeps asking one question. I did it again today.
I laugh silently as usual, but it is because of the devastation of defeat that I speak today.
Thank you so much Dear Friend
Scriptwriter: Sudip
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