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আমি বড়োহোন্‍‍‍‍‍সভাই-দরজুগ্‍‍হোক্‌দরজুগ্‍সভাই-দরজুগ্‍সভাই-দরজুগ্‍সভাই-দরজুগ্

অপচয়: $50 a night. My rule? Thirty minutes before silence returns. Not because I feared losing—but because I loved listening to what silence had to say.

They told me ‘play smart.’ But wisdom wasn’t in algorithms—it was in pauses.

One evening, after ten straight losses, I didn’t spin again. Instead, I walked to the window—the city outside glowed gold under deep blue twilight—and read an old poem my mother left behind: ‘You are not escaping reality. You are redefining it.’

Today, when others chase jackpots—I sit with my thoughts, silent, safe, alive.