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...

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 It was a long time ago, I don't remember the exact time. Or you can say, I don't remember. I had this problem of not remembering long ago, I myself realized much later. For example 1 / I don't remember what to bring when I go to the market. 2/ I don't remember where and when I was supposed to go. 3/ I don't remember any new friend's name. There is more, 4/I went to visit some place, I don't remember its name. 5/I don't remember exactly which road I went through. 6/ I suddenly can't remember where I'm going. 7/ I sit down to write now and what I will write maybe, I can't remember a little later. But such..He is there, which I am not supposed to remember, so I keep it in my brain. willingly



I don't do this. Except for my dearest people, no one will believe me if I say wrong except close friends. For example: - I am remembering an incident at this moment, I say that incident, when I say one thing, another one comes. So many times I don't understand which one to start with. In short, I suddenly thought that a few hours before a certain time, I will do something different this time on my dear friend's birthday, I started thinking, I started thinking about leaving everything aside, just the birthday. Don't forget. Wherever I go, I just keep thinking about my birthday. At that time, I went inside with a friend for some need, in the west of Keraniganj, around 7 o'clock in the night, as far as I can remember - I had two school friends with me, one was nicknamed Dabla, and one was a butcher Tuli, whose name was Nasir. , tell me a little about Nasir, he was a very good boy. I liked it very much. We often sat together in class, and looked for opportunities to escape from school. I had a very good friend. . I still remember him. I remember, one day I did not go to school, the next day when I went to school, I found out that today is a school holiday. I was very happy, and started thinking about him. And I thought why Nasir did not come today. It would be nice if he came today. Anyway, the first class was informed that why today is a holiday. Something happened to Nasir's body with high fever, due to which he died. So today is a school holiday. I become th ". I don't want to say anything else. Anyway, it used to take 5/7 minutes from my school to go to Nasir's house. When I went to Nasir's house, I stayed with everyone like a distant person. And I thought that the boy who was sleeping was also my friend. If he were alive today, maybe he would have put his hand on my shoulder first. Said something. Anyway, I managed to go, died in the middle of the night due to high fever and pressure, was taken to the hospital, and died there, my friend, next to my house, very close to me, breathed his last. But I... could not know. Anyway, let's go after the funeral. I did not have the strength and courage to bury. I forgot where I was? Hum remembered, after that Dabla went home, her house was nearby. Me and my friend - I will come after a while, I said. The main reason was me, I saw a lot of insects in this village. So a different thought played in the head. Me and Nasir together in a small aquarium bottle, two friends took a lot of time, caught the jonaki insect and started putting it in the bottle. I thought a lot. And I came with it. I thought I would tell my friend that my birthday present should be opened in a dark room. I wanted to wish - this birthday in a dark room with a lot of fireflies. But I forgot all that..., so I thought a lot and couldn't remember who I brought them for. That's why many nights I sow those gnats with my own hands, very high up, about 11 floors, maybe even a little higher, many nights, I am the sky and many, many of them, and some gnats. (Thousands of cockroaches and a mind, the story of not having)

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