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বাঙালির রক্তে সাহিত্যের হিমোগ্লোবিন , জাতিতে আমরা বিশ্বকবির বর্তমান উতপ্ত বর্ণমালায় আমরা ইতিহাস হয়নি গল্প , আড্ডায় , কবিতায় আমরা ছিলাম, আছি ,থাকবো । Bengalis are not only avid readers of horror , detective , stories from the Panchatantra and dramas but are also great story tellers . We re

বাঙালির রক্তে সাহিত্যের হিমোগ্লোবিন , জাতিতে আমরা বিশ্বকবির বর্তমান উতপ্ত বর্ণমালায় আমরা ইতিহাস হয়নি গল্প , আড্ডায় , কবিতায় আমরা ছিলাম, আছি ,থাকবো । Bengalis are not only avid readers of horror , detective , stories from the Panchatantra and dramas but are also great story tellers . We re

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heterogeneous~ When your song ends, I push the curtains off and wake the windows up, for the first time after you. I wonder if the golden fireflies ente

heterogeneous~ When your song ends, I push the curtains off and wake the windows up, for the first time after you. I wonder if the golden fireflies ente

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While my dida (grandma) still let's me hide away into her bosom for a few moments, those moments seem almost stolen. Stolen from a stack of collective moments that would perhaps, let her sleep peacefully, sleep after she's completed all the household chores, for which she has forever refused a domestic help. //full poem in caption// I."And then the thunder said that the eighth of the children born to his sister of affection, would be his slayer. The savior, the Lord. "

While my dida (grandma) still let's me hide away into her bosom for a few moments, those moments seem almost stolen. Stolen from a stack of collective moments that would perhaps, let her sleep peacefully, sleep after she's completed all the household chores, for which she has forever refused a domestic help. //full poem in caption// I."And then the thunder said that the eighth of the children born to his sister of affection, would be his slayer. The savior, the Lord. "