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  āĻ—āĻ˛্āĻĒ: āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļেāĻ° āĻ°ং āĻ°āĻ™িāĻ¨  āĻ¸োāĻšāĻŽ āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤িāĻĻিāĻ¨ āĻŦিāĻ•েāĻ˛ে āĻ›াāĻĻে āĻāĻ¸ে āĻ¨ীāĻ˛ āĻ°āĻ™েāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়িāĻŸা āĻ‰āĻĄ়িāĻ¯়ে āĻĻেāĻ¯়। āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻāĻ‡ āĻ¨ীāĻ˛ āĻ°ংāĻŸা āĻ¯েāĻ¨ āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļেāĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻŸা āĻ…ংāĻļ। āĻ›াāĻĻেāĻ° āĻ“āĻĒাāĻ° āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļ āĻ¤াāĻ•ে āĻāĻ•āĻŸা āĻļাāĻ¨্āĻ¤ি āĻĻেāĻ¯়, āĻ¯āĻĻিāĻ“ āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻœীāĻŦāĻ¨ে āĻ¸েāĻ‡ āĻļাāĻ¨্āĻ¤িāĻ° āĻ…āĻ­াāĻŦ। āĻ¨িāĻœেāĻ° āĻ­েāĻ¤āĻ°েāĻ° āĻ…āĻ¸্āĻĨিāĻ°āĻ¤াāĻ•ে āĻ•াāĻŸিāĻ¯়ে āĻ“āĻ াāĻ° āĻšেāĻˇ্āĻŸা āĻ•āĻ°ে āĻ¸ে, āĻ•িāĻ¨্āĻ¤ু āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤িāĻĻিāĻ¨ āĻ¸েāĻ‡ āĻ¨ীāĻ˛ āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļেāĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ো āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻ¨িāĻœেāĻ° āĻŽāĻ¨āĻŸাāĻ“ āĻļূāĻ¨্āĻ¯ āĻ˛াāĻ—ে। āĻ…āĻ¨্āĻ¯āĻĻিāĻ•ে, āĻ¤ৃāĻˇা āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤িāĻĻিāĻ¨ āĻšāĻ˛ুāĻĻ āĻ°āĻ™েāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়ি āĻ“āĻĄ়াāĻ¯়। āĻšāĻ˛ুāĻĻ āĻ°āĻ™āĻŸা āĻ¤ৃāĻˇাāĻ° āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯়āĻ‡ āĻ†āĻļাāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤ীāĻ•। āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻŦāĻ˛āĻ¤েāĻ¨, "āĻšāĻ˛ুāĻĻ āĻ°ং āĻŽাāĻ¨ে, āĻ†āĻ˛োāĻ° āĻ†āĻļা।" āĻ›োāĻŸāĻŦেāĻ˛াāĻ¯় āĻŦাāĻŦাāĻ° āĻ¸āĻ™্āĻ—ে āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়ি āĻ“āĻĄ়াāĻ¨োāĻ° āĻ¸্āĻŽৃāĻ¤িāĻ—ুāĻ˛ো āĻ†āĻœāĻ“ āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻœীāĻŦāĻ¨্āĻ¤। āĻ•িāĻ›ুāĻ•্āĻˇāĻŖেāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨্āĻ¯ āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļেāĻ° āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻ¤াāĻ•াāĻ˛ে, āĻ¤ৃāĻˇাāĻ° āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¸্āĻ¤ āĻšিāĻ¨্āĻ¤া āĻĻূāĻ°ে āĻ¸āĻ°ে āĻ¯াāĻ¯়। āĻ¤ৃāĻˇা āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়িāĻŸাāĻ•ে āĻ¯েāĻ¨ āĻāĻ• āĻŸুāĻ•āĻ°ো āĻ†āĻ˛ো āĻšিāĻ¸েāĻŦে āĻĻেāĻ–ে, āĻ¯া āĻ¤াāĻ•ে āĻœীāĻŦāĻ¨েāĻ° āĻĒāĻĨে āĻāĻ—িāĻ¯়ে āĻ¨িāĻ¯়ে āĻ¯াāĻ¯়। āĻ¤াāĻĻেāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়ি āĻĻুāĻŸো āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤িāĻĻিāĻ¨ āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļে āĻŽেāĻļে, āĻ•িāĻ¨্āĻ¤ু āĻ¤াāĻ°া āĻ•āĻ–āĻ¨োāĻ‡ āĻāĻ•ে āĻ…āĻĒāĻ°āĻ•ে āĻšেāĻ¨ে āĻ¨া, āĻšিāĻ¨āĻ¤ে āĻšাāĻ¯়āĻ“ āĻ¨ি। āĻœাāĻ¨ে āĻļুāĻ§ু—āĻ¸োāĻšāĻŽেāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়ি āĻ¨ীāĻ˛, āĻ†āĻ° āĻ¤ৃāĻˇাāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়ি āĻšāĻ˛ুāĻĻ। āĻ¤āĻŦে āĻĻুāĻœāĻ¨েāĻ‡ āĻŦুāĻāĻ¤ে āĻĒাāĻ°ে, āĻāĻ‡ āĻ…āĻšেāĻ¨া āĻ†āĻ•াāĻļেāĻ° āĻ¨ীāĻšে āĻ¤াāĻĻেāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়িāĻ—ুāĻ˛োāĻ° āĻŽāĻ§্āĻ¯ে āĻāĻ•āĻŸা āĻ…āĻ˛িāĻ–িāĻ¤ āĻ¸ংāĻ¯োāĻ— āĻ†āĻ›ে। āĻāĻ•āĻĻিāĻ¨, āĻ¤ৃāĻˇাāĻ° āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়িāĻ° āĻ¸ুāĻ¤ো āĻšāĻ াā§Ž āĻ›িঁāĻĄ়ে āĻ¯াāĻ¯়। āĻšāĻ˛ুāĻĻ āĻ˜ুāĻĄ়িāĻŸা āĻĻিāĻ—āĻ¨্āĻ¤েāĻ° āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻ­েāĻ¸ে āĻšāĻ˛ে
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Hospital-The New Home

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