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(Photo:  Google pics) I t was midnight, darkness was engulfing the place. It was a moonless night with the clouds covering the sky when a young woman with her face carefully hidden under her shawl and securely holding her newborn twin boys in her arms went towards the isolated field which divided the temple and the mosque. Her eyes were swollen with tears, her lips still trembling, but the fear of not getting accepted back in the society made her keep her newborns in that field. Before turning her back, she bestowed all her motherly love for those two little bunch of joys, who were unaware of getting orphaned. She put off her pendant and her armlet and put it on each on each boy and left silently. The next day as the morning broke and the sun ray wiped away the dark night, The Pandit and the Maulvi came towards the field as they heard two cries. They both came forward only to see two beautiful baby boys crying. The Pandit took the one with the pendant and the Maulvi took the

(Photo:  Google pics) T here will be a part of people eagerly waiting for your death to come and a part of people who will never want to leave you. Feel sad but not for the people who want you to die rather feel sad for those people who don't want you to die because you will never be capable of fulfilling that part of people's wish who wanted you forever. One fine day those people who were eagerly waiting for your death will become your priority and you will be bound to hug death. So dear me, it's now your time to stay happy. Stay happy during the entire journey of life for during this journey you will be capable of making beautiful moments with those people who consider you to be their oxygen for survival. Don't forget we live in moments so dear me go ahead and make beautiful moments, it's your time. ~  M adhuranti Previous Articles : The beauty of life - DEATH Good Books Good Hope This article has been Sponsored by : (For details c

(Photo:  Google pics) Life Rants… Hey, Guys, I’m back with another Life story. Promptly you all may have Guessed from the Title that this is going to be a Raunchy story. This is a heartfelt story with little Modifications. Privacy and all. I’ll try to keep as close to the facts as possible. So a long time ago when Smartphones were still a thing of the Future and India just had Won World Cup led by Dhoni. It was a time in my 9th grade. I had a Girlfriend. There I declared it. Now every Prude can call me out, but I had a Girlfriend who Liked me. I have no idea why, though. To give you all Perspective I was a Massive 75kg bag of Potatoes back then. So my Girlfriend Lets call he Jess (I like the name.). She was Beautiful. She had Curly hair, wore Glasses. Everything a man can want. When she walked, she had a slight Strut in her walk I Adored. We had been in a ‘Relationship’ for a year by then and had not kissed even once. Indeed, such relations did exist. They s

(Photo:  Google pics) W ell Valentine's week is ringing bells and  Cupid must have shot quite a few of us with his enchanting arrow of love.....and it's time to ask ourselves owing to the trend of the season that is we in love?                   Most of my readers must be in the age group when we feel love as the passionate feeling we have towards our beloved of opposite gender......this Valentine's week sort of divides us into groups.. the singles who are either moaning or taking another chance to get their someone special...the ones in a relation are planning hard to spend this week in the most special way with their beloved....the ones who have just had pinching heartbreaks with a still aching heart                   Well here are  tips for each one of you to get your Valentine's week going right SINGLES:  I know you are feeling left out and all the beautiful couples around you are grabbing your attention...but if you read the following I am sure you would n

(Photo:  Google pics) এ মন্দিরে কখনও বাজেনা                           শ্যামাসংগীত, গান, এখানে সদ্যোজাতর আর্তনাদ                         মাতিয়ে রাখে কান। এ মন্দিরে সন্ধ্যেবেলায়                      টুকরো কামিজ ওড়ে, পৈতে গলায় পুরোহিতেরা                         ধর্ষক সেজে ঘোরে। ধর্ষণ করে দেশকে বাঁচায়                       এ কেমন অফিসার? এমন ভক্ত আর কে আছ                           ওঠাও দেখি ঘাড়! তবু,এদের জন্য দরদ ওঠে                        কোন মায়াবী ছলে? নাকি,বাচ্চা এখানে শুধুমাত্র                         ভিন্ন জাতের বলে। ঈশ্বর তুমি শুনতে পাচ্ছ                                 ধর্ম কারো না, আর যাই হোক,এই মন্দিরে                   তুমি থাকতে পারো না। যারা কামের নেশায় সদ্যোজাতর                          শরীরে ঠেকায় গা, তাদের কাছে তুমি তো পাথর                                তুমি কিচ্ছু না! পালাও ঠাকুর,পালাও দূরে                       রাজনীতি হারবে না, দরকার হলে,নিজের তাগিদে            তোমাকেও এরা ছাড়বে না। পারলে এবার দ

(Photo:  Google pics)    I never knew how to move on. Every time when I was talking with you that there is something between us that is really special and natural, something magical and I guess you believed it too. It was not loved at first sight but gradually we developed a liking for each other and that was quite natural. you instilled that confidence in token of friendship which I thought was love.         Yes, the same love which we see in movies coming to life. Which happens to the hero and heroine and without even expressing their feelings to each other they know that they both love each other. I am the girl from the same planet where love appears as what happens in silver screen and inspired from the same story I thought we both love or like I don’t know each other, how stupid I was!   When you started ignoring me, my calls, my messages and you only tell me you are getting married and the next month you have a wedding and I am like I cannot express my feelings in w

Walking across the lanes, I decided to break all my chains, Aside will be this world and its stardom, Sweetheart! Get me rid of my phantom. Confident I was for my vision, This surrounding confused my decision, "failing is the right path to success", I knew, But the phantom behind shattered everything and blew. I am not frightened about, These people and their messy thoughts, Things that scares me heavily, Losing those hands someway that holds mine constantly. Every one of us has a fear across, It could be inside us or there in fake bloss, Troubles and issues will appear random, Let's dig somewhere and bury our phantom. ~  Kirti Previous Article : Conflict My Suppressed Thoughts A Star Without Twink ⭐ This article has been Sponsored by : (For details click on the link below 👇) (  https://www.facebook.com/jayswalmarket/?__tn__=-UK-R   ) JAYSWAL MARKET Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.face

(Photo:  Google pics) She could not walk, she could not speak She had him beside and thus was not weak  He held her in his arms and kept her safe He was her's and it made her brave. His efforts always made her eyes moist and wet With him, she won even after losing a bet She started every morning holding his arm It was his pure love which kept her heart warm. Having him beside was her strength  The only reason for her cardiac wavelength She blessed him with all her soul He could see her smile, Which was his only goal. ~  Yuvraj Sarangi Previous Articles : Meet This article has been Sponsored by : (For details click on the link below 👇) (  https://www.facebook.com/jayswalmarket/?__tn__=-UK-R   ) JAYSWAL MARKET Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

( Photo:  Google pics) I t's tough to determine whether he/she is the resident of the house of depression ... But it can be predicted from outside through his/her emotionless behaviour... Nothing is in the hands of a particular one... But one can change its nothing to everything... True faith, love, is important...                   Don't dare to sink yourself in the ocean of depression... Credit is there how you help others to overcome the depression stage by accepting his/ her emotionless behaviour and one fine morning you recognise... That you are in love with your partner in every moment of pain of depression which is piling up within you since you saw him/her... ~   Biswadeep Mukhopadhyay

Siren and light of red and blue Knife of blood stained on my painted roof Gonna shoot someone with my silent gun Targeted a friend who is the innocent one Blood painted red on my white wall I murdered a friend with a smile one Remember that Years ago I was the innocent one But I was triggered To murder someone I was innocent enough to murder someone Now I am charged for burying someone. ~  Souvik Bose This article has been Sponsored by : (For details click on the link below 👇) (  https://www.facebook.com/jayswalmarket/?__tn__=-UK-R   ) JAYSWAL MARKET Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

উত্তর মেলে না কিছু , দুপুরের চোখে ঘুম নেই । উদাসীন  সম্পর্ক শুকিয়ে এসেছে। ভাঁজ করা কিছু এলোমেলো আদর  শীত কালের দুপুরে ধরা দেয়। ভুল হওয়া কথা গুলো ঠিক করার সময় পাইনা ,  উদ্দেশ্যহীন জীবনের সাথে মিলে যাবো ভাবি, নিজেকে নিয়ে একটা আলাদা "আমি"তে মিশে। আলগা কোনো পাখির পালকে  ভেসে যেতে যেতে , তবুও ঘুরে দেখি পিছনে। আছে নাকি কেউ ? কারো হৃদয়ের জমি জায়গা জুড়ে। মিশরের মমির মতো কিংবা, নতুন দলিলে মুড়ে। ~   Gourab Mistri Previous Articles : ঘুম বাদামী পরিণতি Injured Feeling This article has been Sponsored by : (For details click on the link below 👇) (  https://www.facebook.com/jayswalmarket/?__tn__=-UK-R   ) JAYSWAL MARKET Follow us on :  Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/creativebloggersInd/ Instagram : hhttps://www.instagram.com/creative_bloggers_of_ind/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/of_bloggers

(Photo:  Google pics) As teenage dawned upon my life and Cupid arrived to shot the divine arrow, I was invaded by love. But being immatured and unaware of the alien feelings inside I decided not to elicit any response in the beginning. I joined a coaching class where I saw her for the first time. The very first day she was sitting just beside me! We introduced ourselves and I don’t remember when those formal talks changed into laughter and fun in such a small interval. And as I was returning home that day and for the remaining week I spent most of the time making sense of the new feelings that had started blossoming. Our friendship deepened but in a different way. I don’t know why but I started feeling shy, maybe she too, and those large bundles of gossips turned into a few talks and a strange silence that seemed to communicate our thoughts more efficiently. One day it happened that I was so much trapped in the psychological game that I was forced to ask myself, ”Are you i