Nishi’s Story - a little true story .

ছবি
                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 ( Voy )


Once upon a time, I used to hang out with some close friends from Elephant Road, (T, A, C,) Kata Bon, and Belly Road - from 9/10 in the evening. The environment was different then. Now that environment is gone, or everything is fine, maybe I'm not the same as before. Anyway, one day I will return to the area from Kantaban. On the banks of the river Buriganga, I started looking for a rickshaw. I got on the rickshaw, there were 2 of us, before 3/4 people used to get on one rickshaw, and we used to go around in 2/3 rickshaws at a time.


Rickshaws used to be a problem on the roads of old Dhaka, but when they came to Dhaka Medical Road, there were no more problems. That's when it started - the songs of Ayub Bachchu, James, Hassan, Miles in their own voices, the songs of all my friends were favorite, and everyone could sing. 2/3 of the songs were excellent. Two, one of them sang this song, that is, the girl sang the song, and got married. I will introduce them to the story another day. Which way should I go suddenly? Baye said, I thought what is the punishment? I thought a lot but decided something else, got down from the rickshaw and asked, Mama how much is the fare? The answer came in a crooked way - don't you know how much? Hmm how much? 100 rupees 7, Dur Mama rent so much money or not? Didn't talk much, rented. In an angry voice. I grabbed her by the collar, pushed her inside a small wooden door, and locked her tightly to the outside. ঐ Mama opens the door, or I'll break down the door. Pushing, pushing started, I, my friend standing in front of the gate laughing, a few people stood up at his shout ... And asked, what happened? I said punishing a little. Slowly the crowd began to grow. Whatever it was, he said the room was dark, he couldn't think where he was. We heard his loud voice - that brother opened the door or, vainga falamu, did this for 5/6 minutes, we started laughing. This time 6 lights are on. Then .... Ore mare, ore .... Baba re, went crazy saying, the sound of that throat, and the sound of kicking in the door, I immediately opened the door, one ran ...As soon as I left the rickshaw, Pagla Bella Par, I ran with her to catch her, but Pagla .. I couldn't bring anyone else to this side. People crowded the main street, in his frightened voice. His last hour was like this ---- Mama, I will never come this way again in my life. I don't want to rent any more. Mama made a mistake, sorry. After trying a lot, I fed him bread and tea. After that I put 200 rupees in his hand and said sorry to him. Farewell after that - Ah, is that the farewell episode (I hope everyone understands. Room ... what was that? And what was the reason for his fear?) (Collection)




মন্তব্যসমূহ

এই ব্লগটি থেকে জনপ্রিয় পোস্টগুলি

Respect Facebook.com

মনের খোরাক ( একটি ছোট গল্প)

My friend is the story of cut tails and fat rats./ বন্ধু আমার লেজকাটা ও বয়রা ইঁদুরের গল্প।

A short story (Mona Lisa and chess)

This guava leaf is a great medicine for these two feminine diseases.

প্রিয় শিক্ষাগুরু/Dear teacher (A short true story)

হৃদয়ের ঝড় -