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  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 ...

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 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...

Hospital-The New Home

  Hospital – The New Home It is another random Tuesday for Ishita. She is sitting beside the window and gazing outside her room. A momma bird who is feeding her child on that banyan tree. These days she feels nature more, which she didn’t even care about earlier. She had tested covid positive two weeks before. It becomes less scary though as the positive cases of covid are increasing day by day in the country. But, for Ishita when she was admitted to the hospital six days later due to her sudden health deterioration; she got a surprise at the age of 30 that she got a tumor in her brain which formed cancer. She couldn’t believe just an a4-size page from the hospital can change her life this way!  For a woman aged thirty, life is much brighter than the hospital lights. Her list of adventures, films to watch, things to do for her family, her parents all become stuck for the current time. The doctors are saying her situation is critical as her body is fighting covid and cancer. Ca...

Friends are Family

Shamli is a small town surrounded by beautiful Himalayan ranges. Here, life is easy and simple. Raghu, Agam, Nilima, Pasang, Aaron, Rubi and Pema are friends and studying together in Hill Point School. Their bond is so strong. They love each other a lot. Teachers can also feel that these students become a family. Everybody in the evening, they roam on cycle on the roads of Shamli. After that, they enjoy their own company with the campfire. Ruby loves to sing and Pasang and Agam are learning guitar. How beautifully they sing together and live in music. Their lives are full of fun! Pema's father works in the city, in a big office. He comes every month, but suddenly, due to the labor strike, his father's office shut down. And he lost his job! He didn't tell his family because he was trying to find a new job as soon as possible. But he couldn't solve this problem and return to Shamli. Now everybody is worrying about their situation. Pema's family doesn't have much m...

A Story Within A Story!

  In the era of 1950, there was another world about books and library. Isabella was an avid reader. She loved to spend time in the library. Her only dream was to write a novel some day. She loved to read fiction, mainly and classics were her favorite. Isabella lived a life with simplicity. She and her mother lived a quite peaceful life. Her days were different from her friends. There were no friends of her. It was because of her reading habits. At her age, others were busy with their household works and gossips. She had no complains about that though! The librarian was an old man. He liked Isa; he could understand her love for books. So the librarian asked her help for making catalogues. While making catalogues she found that one small book named, “To the Horizon’’. It was a novel but actually it was published a few years. The librarian said it was only published for once. The book is about human and human nature. It talked about various shades of mind. Isabella thrilled by readin...

A Story About Life!

  Emma is in the third stage of Cancer. She has cancer cells in her throat. Naturally, the hospital is a new home for now. Pain is no longer felt painful to her. She always thought that time moves fast but in reality time has stopped being passed recently! She can thoroughly feel every moment of a day now. The meaning of everything has changed for her. She gets flowers every day from her family and close ones. But now Emma feels that her life has become just like those flowers! It has colors, fragrance, attraction but not have longevity. She doesn't know what to be like a normal 28 years old girl, because this year she got a date for chemo on her birthday. On 23rd December, the day of her birthday just before her chemotherapy she heard a new patient is coming next to her. Emma has no longer interested in these. Later at night when she comes back into her bed after the entire process, she saw a girl around 8 or 9 years old is eating her dinner. She smiled! Emma just shocked! A thou...