The climate is quite dynamic these days. Dhaka has dust and warm in this spring.

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To my daughter,

Hi Yushra,

I hope you are keeping safe!

I am Labib writing this letter on 26th February 2022. Today is quite warm in Dhaka and I was out for small break and evening time with your mother. The climate is quite dynamic these days. Dhaka has dust and warm in this spring. There are lots of geo-politics and changes around the world.

Meanwhile brought a (night-blooming jasmine) tree today. The smell is so soothing and I am happy to share that if the tree survive you will find it on 2050 hopefully after 28 years.

Best,

Labib Tazone

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