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 ( 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)




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