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Bengali short stories based on love hate relationship of an young couple.
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Bengali short stories based on love hate relationship of an young couple.
When someone travels on local suburban train, the story of the road becomes enriched with color, experience and life. ট্রেনে চেপে বেশ গুছিয়ে বসে গোবিন্দ। অনেক পথ যেতে হবে। এই…
Just as the deep clouds of the monsoons pile up, so do the gatherings today, in the forest of this Kachhimpool. All the elephants stood in a circle. Click to…
Many people in the neighborhood go to the shopping mall to do the market. There are local mom and pop shops, but mall markets offer many grocery items under one roof, which may not be available in neighborhood stores.
The country is paralyzed in pandemic. Little girl is confused. Finally gets the interest back with new school. আগডুম রাজ্যের বাগডুম রাজা। সে রাজ্য যেমন সুন্দর, রাজার তেমন দাপট। রাস্তা…
A story of birth of a god. How to worship god. How to spread the name and fame all are in it. সেই কোন কালে স্বয়ং শিব্রাম বলে গিয়েছেন দেবতার…
Village and City difference is evaporating. Urbanization is bringing down the uniqueness of rustic culture, losing identity. সময় পাল্টেছে খুব দ্রুততায়। আজ গ্রাম আর শহরের সেই বিভাজন আর নেই। টেলিভিশনের…
War fear is spreading its wings engulfing the civilization across the globe. What is end of it? সকাল হবার আগেই বিন্দির চায়ের দোকানে ভীড় জমে যায়। বিন্দির দোকানে কেব্ল টিভি…
পরিমল বলে, “স্টেশনের পাশে রতনখোলা মাঠে, বড় প্রজেক্ট আসছে। বেশ কয়েক হাজার কোটি টাকার ইনভেস্টমেন্ট।” থাইয়ের ভাঁজে আর-একটা বেল্টে আটকানো ছ’ইঞ্চির একটা ধারালো ছুরি। বহু দিন পর রণসাজে শীতলের ভাল লাগল।
It was dawn in Dimpukur with siren from factory. People used to compare watches. Meanwhile, a brass bell hangs in the outpost. Every hour a sepoy hammered with exact count. The bell sounds from far away. The smell of the rice in the morning office-goer is accompanied by the sound of siren. And on a winter's night, the sound of the long hours of eleven or twelve o'clock in the apparently quiet country air seemed to prolong the silence. ডিমপুকুরে ভোর হতো কারাখানার ভোঁ-র সাথে। মানুষ ঘড়ি মিলিয়ে নিত। ওদিকে ফাঁড়িতেও একটা পেতলের পেটা ঘন্টা ঝোলানো।