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A small black cow. (a short story) লেবেল থাকা পোস্টগুলি দেখানো হচ্ছে

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 hard life./এক কঠিন জীবন।

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                  A hard life. বাংলা পড়তে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান👇 Human life is very strange. Allah never gives perfect suddha in human life. And when he gave, he took away very quickly. In December 1998, to give social recognition to the love of only six months, I ran away with the man I loved even though I was a student of class IX without my parents. My parents brought me back with the false promise of handing me over to the family to protect their honor. After that torture continued with me, but all obstacles were lost to my love. On March 10, 1999, I ran away from Sylhet again with the man I loved. Not a word was said. My home is in Dhaka, but I was sent to my uncle's house in Sylhet to keep it a secret from the person I love. The second time I ran away, my father filed a rape case against my husband on the advice of an influential friend. For six months after filing the case, I hid with my husband in the houses of various relatives in ...

peers -A little story//সমবয়সী - একটি ছোট্ট গল্প

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                              peers -                           A little story বাংলা বাংলা পড়তে বললে নিচে চলে যান 👇 I was studying in class VIII then, in Sohagpur High School. I was not shy when I was a child, I could easily say anything that came to my mouth, whether it was a boy or a girl, even the most secret things. Especially I could beat the girls. I can't think of these things where the boys in the class are just in eighth grade and are in love, roaming around the girls' school, sometimes coming home to chat with the girl next door. Hearing the love stories in their mouths gave me courage. I imagined my beloved. Some of us friends were selected from the school to compete in the knowledge inquiry category at police station level. In the final competition at Model School, we appeared. Problem happened - my friends got seats, I couldn't. Frie...

Touch / ছোঁয়া (একটি ছোট্ট গল্প)

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                         TOUCH - ছোঁয়া                            A little story বাংলা পড়তে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান।👇 Sursuri ..... Due to his father's government job, he had to stay in different district towns at different times. Now I am an honors student. About yourself beyond adolescence Learned enough to understand. When I was a class five student, my father was posted in Chittagong district city. I was feeling a bit homesick due to the new place and environment. We lived in government quarters. Since I was a little restless since childhood, I easily became the darling of my father's office colleagues. I used to address everyone in the office as uncle. Such an uncle, who was still single and lived next to our house. Kaka was a very nice, handsome, and organized guy. Naturally, we had the most family relationship with him. At various times, I used ...

A small black cow.(a short story)/কুচকুচে কালো একটি গরু ।( একটি ছোট্ট গল্প)

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          A small black cow.                (a short story) বাংলা পড়তে হলে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান 👇👇                           Big daddy don't slaughter him, let him go. exclaimed my dearest youngest niece. The day was Eid 2010. Even today, that longing mixed with tears floats on my eardrums. And at the same time suffering from the pain of love's utter annihilation, that face full of magic is still burning in my memory. That year, the color of the sacrificial cow in our house was pitch black. Ishita was just watching from a distance. He was about five years old then. He had to answer his questions all the time. I used to call her mother. Ishita was a big fan of mine. In the afternoon before Eid, Ishita realizes that the cow will be slaughtered tomorrow. Forbid him from that, great father, my dear father, do not slaughter him. So in the morning when th...