Ever since I was a kid and especially a Bengali one, I am supposed to behave a certain way. The way in which every other Bengali man should or has,
This is the story of man’s cruelty. the painful yet beautiful story of the journey of a walking stick. It takes us through its beautiful life and introduces us to the world of trees
They told me not to cry;after all, I am a man.I conceal my inner grieves within me,piling up one above others forming a wall.
I met a guy,a guy that is for me,Designed for me.I am however in a rush to start my family with him. It feels as if I was missing him my whole life.
The robot has been found it as a phenomenon under specified protocol. The man saw a capsule, and front of him a robot looked at him with its dazzling red sensor.
The Hindi story is about the pain and anguish of a woman,who all her life waited and wished that men in her life could understand her loneliness,
Sometimes you say you’re grateful,but sometimes you look hateful.And never wanting me in your life,
wishing I was never your wife.I love you and I’ll always will.
Sometimes we think that we just imagine things, but sometimes the things we see is what we see. We have a spiritual eye and a physical eye to see things.
The conditions, superstitions,My bloody dreams, and my damned situations,I know you wouldn’t come my lord,I know that you think this is right,
As years passed on the angst that I felt inside engulfed me like a python suffocating its prey one heartbeat at a time. It was one of those bizarre days when I first met the beard man.