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āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āϰং āϰāĻ™িāύ

  āĻ—āϞ্āĻĒ: āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āϰং āϰāĻ™িāύ  āϏোāĻšāĻŽ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻĻিāύ āĻŦিāĻ•েāϞে āĻ›াāĻĻে āĻāϏে āύীāϞ āϰāĻ™েāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়িāϟা āωāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āĻĻেāϝ়। āϤাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻāχ āύীāϞ āϰংāϟা āϝেāύ āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻ…ংāĻļ। āĻ›াāĻĻেāϰ āĻ“āĻĒাāϰ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–া āφāĻ•াāĻļ āϤাāĻ•ে āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻļাāύ্āϤি āĻĻেāϝ়, āϝāĻĻিāĻ“ āϤাāϰ āϜীāĻŦāύে āϏেāχ āĻļাāύ্āϤিāϰ āĻ…āĻ­াāĻŦ। āύিāϜেāϰ āĻ­েāϤāϰেāϰ āĻ…āϏ্āĻĨিāϰāϤাāĻ•ে āĻ•াāϟিāϝ়ে āĻ“āĻ াāϰ āϚেāώ্āϟা āĻ•āϰে āϏে, āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻĻিāύ āϏেāχ āύীāϞ āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āϤাāϰ āύিāϜেāϰ āĻŽāύāϟাāĻ“ āĻļূāύ্āϝ āϞাāĻ—ে। āĻ…āύ্āϝāĻĻিāĻ•ে, āϤৃāώা āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻĻিāύ āĻšāϞুāĻĻ āϰāĻ™েāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়ি āĻ“āĻĄ়াāϝ়। āĻšāϞুāĻĻ āϰāĻ™āϟা āϤৃāώাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝ়āχ āφāĻļাāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤীāĻ•। āϤাāϰ āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻŦāϞāϤেāύ, "āĻšāϞুāĻĻ āϰং āĻŽাāύে, āφāϞোāϰ āφāĻļা।" āĻ›োāϟāĻŦেāϞাāϝ় āĻŦাāĻŦাāϰ āϏāĻ™্āĻ—ে āϘুāĻĄ়ি āĻ“āĻĄ়াāύোāϰ āϏ্āĻŽৃāϤিāĻ—ুāϞো āφāϜāĻ“ āϤাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āϜীāĻŦāύ্āϤ। āĻ•িāĻ›ুāĻ•্āώāĻŖেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āϤাāĻ•াāϞে, āϤৃāώাāϰ āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āϚিāύ্āϤা āĻĻূāϰে āϏāϰে āϝাāϝ়। āϤৃāώা āϤাāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়িāϟাāĻ•ে āϝেāύ āĻāĻ• āϟুāĻ•āϰো āφāϞো āĻšিāϏেāĻŦে āĻĻেāĻ–ে, āϝা āϤাāĻ•ে āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻĒāĻĨে āĻāĻ—িāϝ়ে āύিāϝ়ে āϝাāϝ়। āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়ি āĻĻুāϟো āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻĻিāύ āφāĻ•াāĻļে āĻŽেāĻļে, āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āϤাāϰা āĻ•āĻ–āύোāχ āĻāĻ•ে āĻ…āĻĒāϰāĻ•ে āϚেāύে āύা, āϚিāύāϤে āϚাāϝ়āĻ“ āύি। āϜাāύে āĻļুāϧু—āϏোāĻšāĻŽেāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়ি āύীāϞ, āφāϰ āϤৃāώাāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়ি āĻšāϞুāĻĻ। āϤāĻŦে āĻĻুāϜāύেāχ āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒাāϰে, āĻāχ āĻ…āϚেāύা āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āύীāϚে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়িāĻ—ুāϞোāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻ…āϞিāĻ–িāϤ āϏংāϝোāĻ— āφāĻ›ে। āĻāĻ•āĻĻিāύ, āϤৃāώাāϰ āϘুāĻĄ়িāϰ āϏুāϤো āĻšāĻ াā§Ž āĻ›িঁāĻĄ়ে āϝাāϝ়। āĻšāϞুāĻĻ āϘুāĻĄ়িāϟা āĻĻিāĻ—āύ্āϤেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻ­েāϏে āϚāϞে ...

āĻŽāϧুāϰ... āĻŽāϧুāϰ āϧ্āĻŦāύি āĻŦাāϜে...

 āϏāĻŽāϝ়āϟা ā§§ā§¯ā§Žā§Ŧ āϰ āĻŦাংāϞা। āĻ•āϞāĻ•াāϤাāϝ় āĻ…āύ্āϝāϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻŽāϰāĻļুāĻŽ। āĻ…āύেāĻ•āϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻ›েঁāĻĄ়া āĻ›েঁāĻĄ়া āĻ—āϞ্āĻĒ āϜুāĻĄ়ে āϜীāĻŦāύ āϚāϞāĻ›ে āϞোāĻ•েāϰ। āĻāϰāχ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻĻুāϟো āĻŦাāĻĄ়িāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻŦāϞি - āĻĻুāϟো āϘāϰ,āĻĒাāĻļাāĻĒাāĻļি āĻĒাāĻĄ়াāϝ় āĻ…āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ। āϤāĻŦু āĻ–ুāĻŦ āϝে āĻĻুāχ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻ­াāĻŦ āφāĻš্āϞাāĻĻ āĻ›িāϞ āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŦāϞা āϝাāϝ় āύা। āĻāĻ•āϟা āϝোāĻ—āϏূāϤ্āϰ āĻ›িāϞ āϝেāϟা āĻāϤোāϟাāχ āϏূāĻ•্āώ্āĻŽ āĻāĻŦং āĻ…āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝ āϝে āϏāĻšāϜে āĻ াāĻšāϰ āĻ•āϰা āϝাāϝ় āύা। āϏূāϤ্āϰ āĻšāϞো āĻĻুāχāϟি āĻŽাāύুāώ; āϏāĻŽāϰেāĻļ āĻ“ āϞāϞিāϤা। āĻĻুāχāϜāύāχ āĻ•āϞেāϜে āĻĒāĻĄ়ে āĻāĻŦং āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰ āϤāĻĨাāĻ•āĻĨিāϤāĻ­াāĻŦে āĻĒুāϰāύো āĻĒāύ্āĻĨী āϚিāύ্āϤাāĻ­াāĻŦāύাāϝ় āϜāϰ্āϜāϰিāϤ āύāϝ়। āĻ•োāύ āĻŦিāώāϝ়āĻ—ুāϞো āĻŽāύে āĻ াঁāχ āĻĻেāĻ“āϝ়া āωāϚিāϤ āφāϰ āĻ•ি āĻ•ি āϜিāύিāϏ āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻĻূāϰে āϰাāĻ–āϞে āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻ…āύেāĻ• āϏুāϏ্āĻĨ āĻšāϝ়ে āϚāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦে āϏে āύিāϝ়ে āϜ্āĻžাāύ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ›িāϞ। āĻĻুāχāϟি āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰে āφāϰেāĻ•āϟি āĻ­াāϞোāϞাāĻ—া āĻ›িāϞ āϝেāϟি āĻšāϞো āϰেāĻĄিāĻ“ āĻļোāύা। āĻŦāϞা āϝাāϝ়, āĻĒ্āϰাāϝ় āϏাāϰাāĻĻিāύ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āωāĻĻ্āĻŦেāĻ—āĻšীāύ āϜীāĻŦāύে āϰেāĻĄিāĻ“ āϘāϰে āϏāĻ™্āĻ— āĻĻিāϝ়েāχ āϝেāϤ। āĻāĻŦাāϰ āφāϏি āϏāĻŽāϰেāĻļ āφāϰ āϞāϞিāϤাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে। āϏāĻŽāϰেāĻļ āĻāϰ āĻŦিāώāϝ় āĻ…āĻ™্āĻ• āφāϰ āϞāϞিāϤা āĻĒāĻĄ়ে āĻ­ূāĻ—োāϞ āĻŦিāĻ­াāĻ—ে। āĻĻুāϜāύেāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻ• āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻļুāϧু āĻĻুāϜāύ āϰোāϜ āϏāĻ•াāϞে āĻāĻ•āϏāĻ™্āĻ—ে āϰাāϏ্āϤা āĻĒাāϰ āĻ•āϰে, āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϝে āϝাāϰ āύিāϜ āĻ•āϞেāϜেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āϰāĻ“āύা āĻšāϝ়। āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āύা āφāϏা āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻ…āύ্āϝāϜāύ āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āĻĨাāĻ•ে। āĻ“āχ āĻāĻ•āĻŦাāϰ āĻĻেāĻ–াāϰ āύেāĻļা, āĻ“āχāϟুāĻ•ু āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻĒাāĻ“āϝ়া। āĻāχ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻ•েāϰ āĻ—āĻ­ীāϰāϤা āĻ•েāĻŦāϞ āĻ“āχ āĻĻুāχāϟি āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻ›াāĻĄ়া āφāϰ...

ECHOES ACROSS TIME

  Aarav and Nisha arrived on Havelock Island, hoping to escape the rush of their everyday lives. The island felt untouched—quiet beaches, clear water, and a silence that seemed from another time. Their hotel was small and old, filled with antique furniture and forgotten memories. While Aarav rushed to the beach, Nisha lingered. She found a leather-bound diary hidden beneath old letters, worn with age. The diary belonged to a woman named Shivani, dated 1970. Curious, Nisha asked the hotel manager about it. He smiled gently. “It’s been here for as long as I can remember,” he said, “but no one knows how it got here.” Nisha began reading. Shivani had left everything behind—her family, her friends, even her fiancÊ—to live in solitude on the island. She didn’t explain why, only that she needed to step away from the life she knew. “I needed to get away from the noise,” Shivani wrote. “I wanted to be invisible, to live without the weight of anyone’s expectations. There is peace in being f...