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Friday, July 31, 2009

KABAB House Adda at Crystal City, VA

‘Coffee house er she-y adda ta aj ar ne-y…’ or ‘Adda-e jibon, adda-e moron…’ the nostalgic & very emotional sweetest sound intensely re-ignited six of our BUET 87 family memories at the VA/DC/MD get together planning cum adda on Fri June 26 evening.

Sajjad (ME), Sanjoy (CE), Romeo (CE), Tipu (EE) including his wife Mukta &16 month old son Areeb, Parvez (ME) including his wife Rimu & 8 year old daughter Emara, and Arif (CE) who drove 100+ miles including his wife Runa, 3+ year old son Abrar & 9 month old daughter Anisha rejuvenated in a rainy evening at Adda in Kabab House, crystal city adjacent to pentagon.

Meeting after nearly decay; it was kind of emotional hug for some of us. After initial introduction, our family members exhibited bondage such a way to be known each other since our BUET life. As usual, Tipu started picking on us but wasting no time utilized our WMD “bhabi ke shob bole debo” theory instantly bold out him. Awaiting kabab & food on the tables, we passionately talked about our left behind BUET life, campus, nirob hotel, cafeteria’s adda and many more fun and sorrow moments including our current org activities. Runa, Rimu & Mukta bhabies were engaged in full swing adda. Emara, Areeb & my son Abrar had been playing & enjoying restlessly. When we finally said good bye at around midnight, my son cried & said at the door “baba, can I play with Emara & Areeb 5 more minutes?” me just smile and walk on the street leaving behind the memories…

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