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Aromatic and Memorable Winter
It was 2080, In one lovely afternoon…. winter with the time of sweets, patali gur (Gur is jaggery in Bengali) and aroma of authentic saak (Green leafy vegetables in Bengali) it’s the time of making pithe and payesh. Bengali household tales. This winter was special not just of prime sweet culture but also the only…
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Ascend
What is your mission? The sunlight had sufficiently lit this corridor of the school. On oneside of the corridor were rooms in adjacent arrangement. Each room hadonly one door to enter and leave. The doors were painted castletongreen to match the overall theme of the school. The other side of the corridor was open, apart…
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The college meant architectural beauty
What colleges have you attended? Colleges. Roma do remember her university quite well as it is one of the oldest and one of most beautiful with all the architectural beauty. She stills remembers when she first visited this college. With a confused look on her face she had to face numerous labyrinth to exactly reach…
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The Play ‘time’
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? The Sun was not being merciful to us. The two of us walked almost dragging every part of our body. Sweating profusely, we moved on. We didn’t lack motivation; we had just overestimated the limits of our energy and abilities. We stopped under…
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The creative Thought
The wood grain was very distinctly visible through the neatly cleaned glass which covered its surface. If one looked closely then a sparse layer of dust could be seen beneath the glass. At the other side of the table, beneath the glass were a few visiting cards and a small family photograph. A sheet of…
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Injudicious
“My father passed away when me and my brother were still small kids. My mother never thought that there would be any need to be qualified beyond school education because she belonged to a financially well-off family, my grandparents weren’t bothered by this as well. My father didn’t mind my mother becoming a house wife…
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Everyday Moments
My position was not a comfortable one. I was sitting on what was the remaining portion of the seat; very small space but I had become quite proficient at ignoring the discomfort by now. It was crowded, nothing unusual. Every day, crowds of people returned home from work, the same in the morning when they…
The memories that stay with us and the ones we create…
Early Morning Memories 