Nishi’s Story - a little true story .

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                Nishi’s Story -                   a little true story . (গল্পটি বাংলা ভাষায় পড়তে , নিচে চলে যান।)👇 It’s deep into the night. Silence wraps everything, as if the night itself is holding its breath, leaning softly against the hills. I open the window and gaze up at the sky—searching for a sliver of crescent moon. But the towering hills hide most of the sky. I feel that if the hills just stepped aside, the moon would peek out and smile. A quiet ache wells up inside my chest. From that ache, I pick up my pen and paper, and a baby poem is born. I name it—“The Shyness of the Night.” I wake up to find my sister-in-law standing with a cup of coffee, a mischievous smile on her lips. Sitting at the breakfast table, she teases me, “So, who’s Nishi?” I laugh and say, “Nishi means the night. And what kind of poet hasn’t fallen in love with the night?” She smiles softly and offers me another cup of...

A small story ( Chaya )

 I don't understand what to start with. Anyway, the boy's name is Kavya, age 12/13, Kavya is now in class 5. Roughly kind of head, he now reads a lot, completes school and school coaching, home private, school and home reading, a little sleep, then play


 To go to I ate lunch and went to bed. I woke up after hearing the call of the afternoon. I woke up and saw that there was no one at home, except me. Hey, I'm talking about playing football, and I think my mother must have locked me up like this (if it's a movie) and went to see a movie. This is often the case. I was thinking of coming and going - 6.30, the only window in the house, I would see people coming and going through it. What else to do? Then I would see a girl walking around, and she would hear the sound of walking. I liked his smile. His eyes were bright, his nose was like a small ice cream stick, his face was like a baby's round message, whatever it was, I liked it all. After that I used to watch and see. The sound of a sudden unlocking. Mom arrives, accompanied by her younger sister, then has breakfast and discusses the full story of the photo. Meanwhile, Kavya is upset, when the game is over. Yes..not chatting with friends to play tricks. Anyway read now. As soon as I started reading, my mother said, whenever I see that you are just reading, there is no smell in writing, now sit down to write. My mother..it's like this -, when you sit down to write, say, and when you sit down to read, write, this is how the time of poetry started, now poetry class is in the eighth grade. Now almost ..She runs away from school, does not complete her studies, or does not want to concentrate on her studies, so. So far Sandesh has understood, I notice him or like him. I can't explain what he thinks after that. After that ... letter and letter started, I am going through one letter after another, he has no answer. After the next 5 years - the metric test was no longer given. Except for the only case of violence against women, I had to stay in jail for some time with all kinds of cases, but I did not do any bad deeds. I had to get drunk and fall in the company of my friends, I have harmed myself, but I have not harmed anyone. However, Kavya's area-based names are now on the list of unemployed and terrorists. Meanwhile, Sandesh has no clue - for Kavya, Kavya found out one day, Shadow now spends a lot of time chatting with friends. Close two, who is a friend and what?


 By the way, there is no name of poetry in it. So Kavya thought one day, why is it that you have to get love? Can I love another way? Other than that, even if I do something by force, his name is definitely not love. And if I can't make my favorite people happy or happy in life, then I will suffer a lot. After that, I was addicted to drugs, I did not read or write, I was involved in various cases, my father did not have a lot of money, how will the family survive. I don't want to think about everything and get close to the shadow. It would be better if it was better somewhere else. But I just wanted to see ... Eyes, the older sister of the shadow was like m


y friend. And I like ..She lived, she was polite, she was beautiful, so I thought I would marry her, make Shaya my sister-in-law and, I will see her very closely, at least the desire to see her will be fulfilled. The next 3 years but it didn't happen anymore, everything changed, nothing happened as expected. Now ..........I forgot everything, I don't do any drugs, I don't have any lawsuits, I have a small business, now I have a family. I have children and by the grace of God we are all well. Not just ... Sandesh (story collection)

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