Incredible

The ring of Kamalbabu Doctor's mobile rang. It was nine o'clock at night. He said with his mobile phone in his ear, "Hello! I have to go home!" He found out the place and the address. Ariata knew him, so there was no need to ask any more questions. He noticed that the man in the front seat was his last patient. So he said with certainty, OK, I'm trying to come soon. He listened intently to everything the chamber patient had to say, as long as he looked at her, he seemed a little surprised. But he himself could not understand why. He has seen many more patients. He could feel a difference. He observed her a little more. How dim his eyes are. He was thin, emaciated, weak-looking, a young man in his thirties. He checked his chest with a stethoscope and said, "That's it." What's the matter, and he knows what Dr. Babu understood. He wrote down the prescription and told me how to take the medicine. Dr. Babu felt as if a gust of wind came out as the patient was leaving. Maybe it's an illusion in his mind. If there is a patient nearby, Doctor Babu gets out on a bike. He did the same today. There were not many patients in the chamber today. Now his middle age. Nowadays patients are rare. So if you get a call, go around by bike. This is the second bike of his life. The first bike is lying in the garage. He likes to ride a bike from an early age. The first bike has an incident. Once had an accident. He survived to die at that time. However, he used the bike for a long time after the accident. At that time he had just started his practical work as a doctor. Kamalbabu's father died of a heart attack before he passed the medical examination. From that time on, my mother became very emotional. My mother became mentally unbalanced little by little during the day. For professional reasons, he could not always take care of his mother. He relied on a permanent working man. Although his mother became very ill one day, he had to go to the hospital, depending on the workman. But after a while, he got the news about his mother's physical condition through a workman. Then he got very excited, hurried, riding the bike very hard. But he was on a rain-soaked road, somehow the car slipped and he fell. When he regained consciousness, it was midnight. Later, he found out that if he had an accident, the locals admitted him to the hospital. When he remembered his mother, he had nothing else to do. He can know all the details in the morning, the news of his mother's death. Neighbors help out and she is forced to attend her mother's funeral. As soon as he remembered this death, he suddenly remembered the patient. As many patients as he has seen today, this patient was giving something different. The deep feeling in his chest was not reaching him. Once he held her hand. Then his hands felt as cold as ice. It was as if he were on his own. Maybe it's not his feeling right. But his cloudy eyes, his mind was looking for something else again and again. Today he saw so many patients, he didn't think anything. So why does it seem like this? Riding the bike along the illuminated road, thinking like this, Kamalbabu reached the patient's home address. As soon as he entered the house, he heard the sound of crying. As if someone had said, it would have been better if Dr. Babu had come a little earlier, even then there was knowledge. Dr. Babu ate vyabachaka, did not understand what to say. Doctor Babu just told me to take off the cloth. Must see once. At least now you have to write the death certificate. As soon as Kamalbabu took off his clothes, he was startled, the same

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Mind In The Dark

Who took her hand, recognized Bikash. But, it can happen sometime, Bikash can't even think about it today! If you tell someone, you won't believe it. A fear always works in the mind of development. I think someone will kill him. Because Oye has worked hard to make a fortune and create wealth, it's something some people don't like. But even if something like that doesn't happen, he thinks over and over again that those people always feel like they're talking about him, discussing and planning something, how to kill him. These thoughts are so ingrained in him that from time to time he loses his memory. This thought has become very difficult for him to bear. I don't have the confidence to tell anyone openly. Because, those who say that if they make fun of him, use nonsensical words, can throw him into more discomfort. However, it has been going on for quite some time, and sometimes he becomes distracted. Then all the numbers of life are confused. Then he thought, once he turns around. One life. A friend he knew had been at Bikash's house for some time. But then his mental stress was less. So for a few days, at the invitation of a friend, he went to his village. But it never really happened. The use of friends was also very good. Not new today. Very good use from the beginning. That night he said let's go back to a place, there is an urgent work. Now it is about eight o'clock in the night. The surroundings became silent. The lights in the electric glow sometimes flash, but most of the time there is load shedding. Bikasato can no longer say no to the word to go. He is at a friend's house, and not to say it now tonight means to disbelieve. It can mean the opposite again. This thought is now entangled in the head of development. There was an unknown fear in his mind. Whether Kizani's friend has any other bad intellect. And I had to think of nothing more. Bikash and his friend are walking down the street. It has come a long way. Although I came to a friend's house a long time ago, my mother was there for a few hours that day. So where it is going now, there has never been a day before. The dirt road at night is pitch dark. Plants and trees on both sides, all in fear. There is no sign of people. That means the night has grown more. But he does not understand that the mind of Bikash is struggling. Silently following the friend like a blind man. But the friend is not saying anything special. Once he just said, we will go to the village where the light is flickering in the distance. After going a little further, two more young men were sitting under a big tree. They told Bikash's friend that it was too late. He threatened, even late. Let's go. Then friend, don't introduce them to Bikash. Moreover, suddenly two people, who were waiting, had already spoken. So it's really well planned. Where did the developers reach this dark night. That place is just water and water. The field is filled with water, not knowing if it is a pond. The friend said, if you want to go to that village, you have to cross this accumulated water. More said, no fear. It is not a reservoir. A few days ago it rained so much that the field was flooded. This water will take a long time to dry now. This is the only way to travel to that village. Everyone has to cross through here. And both of them are residents of that village. They know the road well. So I told them to come. The friend assured Bikash that. He also said that he has to go tonight, because there is an urgent matter, which can not be said, I will understand when I go. Development is already weak from the point of view of the mind. Again such a dark, unfamiliar environment, nothing is entering the head, it is no longer possible to go back from here. However, stepped into the water. A state of dizziness for fear of development. Everything he had been thinking for so long is going to happen. Suddenly he noticed that he was moving a little, and they were moving backwards on purpose. He stopped once, then the friend said, hey, let's not be afraid. If you say no to fear. Oto is shrinking in fear. After a while, he felt as if his knees had been watering for so long, this time as if he was going down the slope, suddenly falling into a deep hole, and they were all laughing ha-ha. The moment Bikash fell into that pond, he lost his way for fear. It was as if they were all pushing him into deeper water, and Bikash pushed them, splashing on the water. Bikash ate more Vyaba Chakka, and at that moment the bed sheet fell from the stool, crashing on the floor. But this time what he saw in that situation was that Bikash's grandfather took him by the hand and lifted him up and laid him on the bed. But more frightened! Grandpa! Grandpa died about twenty years ago today. Then how is it possible!

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The joy of liberation

Once he came back alive, Ramu did not learn. This intoxication will not leave him without defeat. That day Raju was taken away by the police. Or he went to steal someone's house. Raju will be three years older than Ramu. But Ramu also stole or he will be caught by the police! But Birenbabu of the neighborhood was seen face to face. Rich people in the neighborhood. His huge mango orchard, land and house. He told Ramu, this time you will also be caught by the police. What you do is worse. I will tell the police. Ramu himself does not understand how bad it is. But it's true! Birenbabu told the police, he can be caught by the police. Ramu was really scared. But intoxication! Addiction to catching birds. Many people in the village have seen pheasants in cages at home. He also wants pheasants. So he also went to Birenbabu's mango orchard to catch Tia. Especially mango time. At that time a lot of sandalwood pheasants come. He sits on a tree and eats ripe mangoes. Again the swarm flew away. It looks great. As the mangoes ripen, the mango orchard looks yellowish. The pheasants sit in those mangoes. Ramu and the people of that region call those mangoes Dakkar Mango. Rice is cooked in a clay pot at Ramu's house. So the pot, the bottom of the iron pot, the ink falls on the fire of the wooden oven. Ramu took two broken pieces of jute sticks, then twisted the root of the jackfruit into the two sticks. Then put the ink on the pot, spread it on two sticks, turn it and apply it. And the white color of the jackfruit becomes black. Ramu took mustard oil in a small bottle, tied a towel around his neck, and went to the garden with two eighteen sticks of jackfruit. There is nothing to fear. There were two pheasants in the cage. He died a few days ago. Still wants to catch more. It has caught a lot before. But the pheasants do not survive. However, if he catches his hope this time, maybe he can survive. And then hope rose. Intoxicated, he goes to catch the pheasant. And so last year, while trying to catch Tia, when he got down from the tree, his foot slipped and fell to the ground. Then in the hospital for fifteen days. Bhagirathi did not break a bone. But still what fear is shame. He came again to catch the birds. As soon as the doctor saw the mango on the trunk of the tree, he put black glue on the root of the mango and waited under the tree. There is no set time, some days the pheasants are caught early, and some days it takes a few hours. Sitting and humming. Sings randomly. "Ore o tire de tui dhara ,," This time I will teach you to sing. Such a big garden, the breeze is very good. As soon as Tia screamed, Ramu understood. Tia Dakkar sat down to eat mangoes, meaning trapped. The two slender, slender legs are stuck to the mango root. Ramu climbed the tree, grabbed the bird with a towel, and saw that Tia could not bite with her sharp lips. Leaving the glue, he grabbed Tiata and came down. Then he sat down very carefully, put mustard oil on the tear feet with a piece of torn cloth, removed the glue. Then he took it to the cage of the house and filled it. Then he gives ripe chilli, lentils, water in a small bowl. Ramu also gets angry, he doesn't eat well, he calls her fondly and teaches her to speak again. Tia used to say, Ramu Ramu. Ash says, just looks at him. To this day, not a single Tiao has learned to speak. Some people in the neighborhood have seen it in someone's house, the pheasant also sings kirtan. Ramu doesn't believe because no one has been able to show him till today. But seeing Raju today, and hearing Birenbabu's words, Ramu panicked. He thought Rajuto would go to jail. He would be beaten by the police. He can't play with his friends. She can't even see her parents. This moment Raju was more scared. If he is caught by the police, he will not be able to see his mother, father, friend or anyone else. Heard the prison or the darkness. Is to be alone. He is more afraid of the dark again. If the ghost catches. Meanwhile, the police baton, on the other hand, the ghost, Ore Baba! Suddenly tears came to Ramu's eyes. His conscience seemed to wake up. Tiatato is in jail now. The cage is like a prison. Tiaroto has mother, father, brother, sister. He has a home. Tiata must be in a lot of trouble. That is why in mourning, grief, the tiagulo die in the cage. He swore in his heart that he would never catch a pheasant again. Tia Pakhiro has the right to enjoy the pleasure that Ramu is enjoying outside the jail. Ramu thought at that moment what to do now. He ran home. But go and wonder! Who did it again! There is no pheasant in the cage! Seto ran to blow the pheasant out of the cage. He understood a little, called, mother ,,,. Mother came out of the house and said, I opened the cage door, otherwise it would have died. As happy as Ramu looked at his mother, maybe the pheasant has also gone to his mother now. She is also very happy. Ramu stared at the open sky with absolute joy. I thought how much happier the joy of liberation is than the joy of catching birds.

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I don't know if the baby pigeon understood or not. Then it seemed like the burning sensation of hunger and the urge to go back to your loved ones, and what to do about it, his mother, father, taught him that knowledge. But how can I say strictly! One day I saw a dove flying with something in its mouth. Green garden on the small open balcony next to my house. The bird sat down at the base of a tub tree on one side and left the straw. The next day while cleaning the garden, I threw away the straw. A couple of days later, in front of the door, at the base of a tub of an ash tree, I saw some straw. Then a dilemma arose in my mind. There must be something wrong. That's exactly what I thought! That afternoon, the truth came to my eyes. That dove is sitting on that haystack. It is as if it is holding so many treasures with its feet. My wife went to match the wet clothes on the rods at the top of the balcony, she didn't think she could catch the bird with her hands. But she had to come and go close to her body, but she didn't notice any signs of movement. Seeing this situation, my daughter and I also became curious. I went to the bird and pretended to play. He looked at us once, but did not move. A few days later he saw a dove, and a dove flew by. He sat still. At this moment my daughter cut a glass of paper in half and put water in it. She also put some grains of wheat on a plate. I noticed that sometimes he would eat wheat, but when he did not eat, many red ants would roam in the wheat. Then we soaked the cloth in kerosene oil and applied it to the bottom of the wheat plate and on the tub so that the ants would not disturb the bird. But if he wiped it with a cloth or poured water on the base of the tree, he would make a fuss, but he would not move from there. A couple more days later, it rained that night. In the morning my wife said, listen! Look what happened! My daughter and I just ran away. I saw two small eggs a little bigger than naphthalene bullets. Then I realized that this is the reason why I have settled here. Seeing us, the bird kept both legs on both sides and covered the two eggs with its body. We keep an eye on the bird from time to time. It's nice to hear. One day I saw this bird fly away, and another bird flew up and landed on the two eggs. It was understood that they might be a female bird and a male bird. Within a few days, it was realized that when their call was heard, one might go to eat, the other might eat. In addition to eating, they may also have a responsibility to guard their eggs. All in all, they change places from time to time. Then the female bird seems to stay here all the time, and the male bird stays for a short time. The reason was understood in such a way that if he went to the one who stayed for a long time, moved his hand in the trick of playing, changed the water or gave him food, he would not say anything. He would sit quietly. But sometimes, while doing those things, the bird would snort, snort, swell its face, swell its body, make noises. We thought it would scare us or scare us. I was very happy. Someone would be sitting on that egg. So in the morning, noon, afternoon I would open the door and watch the birds. It was another feeling. He is watching TV. I would say, no, no, the light is on so look here. Thus the decade passed. We are hoping that when the baby hatches, we will see this moment. My daughter and I used to take pictures of different moments on our mobile phones from the very beginning. One day a scene came to light and we were really surprised. Because we didn't study birds that way. Suddenly I saw that the bird was not there. I could not see the two eggs. I just saw that the half glass of water filled paper was inverted. Out of curiosity, I picked up the glass and saw that it covered the two eggs with the glass. It is difficult to say whether the bird was covered or not. Whatever it was, I left the glass as it was. I sat in front of the door. After a while, the bird flew away and landed on the glass. A couple of hours later, when I looked around, I saw that the glass was placed in such a way that the eggs were placed towards the open mouth of the two glasses, towards our open door, and towards the back of the glass. , On the open side of the grill, that is, just opposite our door. How much intelligence he got in that identity, so that no one can look at him from the outside, and there is not so much fear in the front, so that system. I thought that. . All of us are curious, for so long, the bird has been here, when the baby will hatch, suddenly it seems that Google has opened, how long it takes to hatch a pigeon's egg, I got it, I saw, it takes fourteen to sixteen days. I told my daughter, look, I'll see you in a day or two. Really got to see. There was a light breeze that night, and it was pouring rain. I opened the door once at night and saw the bird. Covering the two eggs, the body is sitting facing our door. The rain was coming towards the tail, but there was no frown on the other side, it was clear from his expression. It is as if he is taking care of the two eggs with great care. In the morning, my daughter screamed and said, "Dad, go and see." And her mother is cleaning the hair with her lips. The moment of being a child was not seen, then what had happened a little earlier, it was understood by looking at that wet gummy body. We also enjoyed it very much. I felt a great satisfaction that the mother bird. He is so busy taking care of the two children, there is no time to look at us. Then time went on, sometimes we noticed, the mother bird left them, came back again. Then I saw the mother's lips, the lips of two children, how long they have been eating. Only three lips are moving. We stood a little closer and looked, took pictures, made videos, they don't have those eyebrows. It is a feeling of love for a mother and child, which is difficult to describe in words. Thus the day began to pass. The anatomy of the two babies began to change naturally. We also started playing with them by shaking hands as per the rules. When we move our hands, the child nods, leans towards us, leans towards us, maybe bites, scares or plays. But the mother bird is sitting quietly and calmly, we think maybe she is feeling. They are playing with my kids. Although I have no idea how birds feel. In this way, over time, they began to grow. The mother and father of the pigeons kept coming and going. One day I saw a crow crowing on the roof of the house next door. Suddenly I saw a dove fly away, waving its body, going to stop again and again. And the crow is moving away. I chased the crow and released it. I thought who else would be this pigeon except us! Maybe the crow could not come to the child, could not take the child by beating him, so he was careful to chase him away earlier. And one day I saw three doves sitting in three tubs together. I thought, look, the new pigeon, maybe his neighbor or someone else, has come to see the baby. Or not to mention, this place was seen earlier, to build a home in the future. It seemed like a lot. Now came that moment. After they were born, the color they had, slowly, as they grew up, like their parents, began to form. It became bigger day by day. The two of them were playing, arguing, walking from one tree to another, walking in tubs, looking at us, all this was going well. One day I saw the mother bird brought some food. I went to feed them, they ate but I didn't feel full. So to eat more, mother kicked the bird away. As if to say, bring more food for us. Poor mother bird sat down in a tub for a while. Then some thought flew away. But I noticed that the mother bird was not seen all day. The door of our balcony was open until ten or eleven o'clock at night. So most of everything was visible. Walking walking. If we give food, it is not food. Maybe I couldn't eat on my own. I think I was fasting all night. But is it really so hard for the parents to leave without feeding the baby birds? But in the morning a scene came to mind. A child can no longer be seen. I was surprised, where did it go? I looked around under the balcony, I couldn't see anywhere. This time it was difficult to have another child. I saw him sometimes looking outside with a bored look, as if he was looking for someone. Sometimes he was looking through our door, towards the house. Sometimes walking from one tree tub to another in a tub tree. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. I thought the poor man has not eaten since yesterday. Once I grabbed a little bit of mugdal in front of the lips. Once I spread some rice at the base of the tub. I saw two people eating a rice. But I felt like a thinking person. As if thinking of something. Maybe he is looking for his mother, father, his partner, with whom he used to fight. And now he is alone. What will the poor do? Absolutely lost. We also felt very bad. Maybe she was waiting for her mother and father to come. Why isn't he coming. What will he do now? He felt like a helpless, lost man. In this way a lot of time of the day passed. But it will be a little later in the evening. What will the little bird do then? If any of our children were in this condition. But at about four in the afternoon, I suddenly heard the call of a dove a few times from outside. Kurur Kurur. My daughter and I then looked at the baby bird. I think at the end of one night and one day that Kuru Kuru is calling to his child. Maybe he wanted to say, what we have done to do the duty, now find your job. Do or do not do, now is the time. Suddenly the sound of fluttering wings was noticed. At that moment the clothes on the balcony went and sat on the fair rod. My daughter was there. I turned on the camera of my mobile. I tapped the rod a few times to play. Suddenly the little bird flew away and landed on the air-conditioning machine next door. Then he flew away to where he was supposed to go.

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Bezir is like sakam

Baby Bejita, Dwipu brought it from someone one day. As time, days, months passed, he also began to grow. Then suddenly one day Bejita disappeared. Dwipu and his family are waiting, and somehow this may have come. But where else L. So sometimes his mind is very bad. Understand, the mind becomes entangled in Maya Mamata as soon as the creature grows. But what else can be done now. A lot of things come to mind. The first day he brought her, spoonful of cow's milk, fed her with a smile. In this way, while breastfeeding, it became a habit to feed her milk. Slowly, as he grew older, he would put milk in a bowl and eat it on his own. Sometimes if you don't get milk, you don't want to eat any other food. For a few moments, whatever came to mind, Dwipur's mind was always lazy. Now Bezi has grown quite a bit. How big long tail, teeth, nails, shiny hairy body. But seeing this Bezita reminded us of a very beautiful story of our childhood Brahman and Bezi. The gist of the story is that Brambon's little baby was lying on a leaf mat on the floor. Suddenly a snake came out of nowhere and stood on the child's head with its fangs in such a way that it was like a bite. But there the Brahmin's pet was a beji, tied with a rope. Bezi started to squirm when she saw the snake. After many attempts, he broke the rope, killed the snake in an instant, and saved Brambon's son. But Dwipur Beji was never tied with a rope all the time except that. He used to say in the eyes of those who saw him. The whole village knew about Dwipur Beji. Sometimes the forest would go away, even in the jungle. But when it was time to eat, he would come and go. But in the evening, he would not go anywhere else. He would sit quietly in a corner of the room. Sleeping at night with Dwipur, in his bed. Sometimes on his chest, sometimes lying quietly next to him. And the most fun was when Dwipur used to walk around on his mother's lap, on his back, sometimes again, in a sari close to his chest, inserting his whole body, with his face on one side and on the other. Again, when he stood up straight, holding the grill of the verandah, staring at the outside, shaking his head from side to side again. These moments are remembered again and again. But that afternoon, Dwipu had just returned from the mango orchard. And what he saw then, he was surprised. That day, Dwipu's grandfather also returned home from Calcutta. They too were surprised to see the scene. Dwipu, wearing a pair of shorts, was standing barefoot, with a muffler around his neck, a twisted towel, standing on the edge of the yard. Suddenly Bejita caught my eye. Immediately he came to Dwipur and began to walk around his feet. Not only that, he put the big toe of his right foot in his mouth. But don't bite. At that point, Bezita turned her body upside down, pretending to be in a state of complete restlessness. It's probably a fun game. Dwipu realized that he wanted to drink milk now. But there was no cow's milk in the house that day. So Dwipu said to Bejita, stop, stop, I am bringing milk. Dwipu's grandfather said, swallow the milk in the packet. He said, he understands the taste. If you don't give cow's milk, you won't eat it. Dwipu went to someone's house nearby to look for milk. An innocent pet dog lay quietly in the yard. Suddenly the restless Bezita, approaching the dog's mouth, began to block his own mouth. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. The dog raised his face once. Bezi, however, did more and more, barking at the dog's face. The dog, however, never once felt annoyed, nor barked. After walking like this for a while, Bejitakukur lay down quietly on his back. And the dog, with his face on the ground, straightened his legs, sat for a long time. After a while, when Dwipu came back with a mug full of milk, Bejita saw him, jumped up and went to him. And began to turn round at his feet. Then he poured the milk from the mug and put the bowl full of milk on the ground, and deliberately put his mouth in the bowl and ate the milk with one breath. But the way he started circling again, it seemed that his stomach was not full yet. Then Dwipu poured milk from the mug into the bowl again. He said to Baudi, Baudi, this time I will see you eat. Boudi was scared, so she didn't. Agreed to insist. Sitting by the stairs, he put the bowl full of milk. Then Bejita came to Baudi's Baudi and once he stood up, he looked a little unfamiliar. But she cursed and drank the milk. But suddenly Dwipur noticed, under the mango tree next to the bathroom, another beji. He whispered, but did not look. Pet Bejita was at Dwipur's feet, after spinning a few times, he quickly ran towards Bejita. They waited for a while. The two Bejis once looked at Dwipur. Then he hurried through the floor of the lemon tree, towards Jajnal. But time went on again, it was like this for a long time again, Bezitar is no longer seen. It can be said that Dwipu thought in his mind or calmed himself. It may be that just as Dwipu brought a little baby Beji one day, the three of them will come together one day and surprise Dwipu with a little baby Beji. Now just wait

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Cats

Suddenly, one day, the cat became aware of Biltu's talk. The responsibility fell on your shoulders. So in the end he had to do his duty. It is a matter of conscience. It's better to talk about how Biltu talked to the cat. He suddenly heard the sound thatmorning. Miao Miao! I heard the sound and realized that there must be a cat in the room. It is a ground floor house with a long sink window. The windows are open most of the time. The cat must have entered the house through this open window. Suddenly, as soon as Mian heard the call, Biltu's eyes widened and he looked down at the big cupboard. The cat queen is looking at Biltu with big eyes. As if to tear him to pieces right now. Biltu was also scared. Needless to say, he came out and slapped Biltu on the cheek. The cost of the doctor will increase. The cat is called the tiger's aunt. His eyes and facial expressions are a bit like those of a tiger. Only small in size. But the cat meowed so loudly at that moment, a little bit like that, when the cat cat cats in a deadly way, both sides meow and meow and fight like that. I think the cat rebuked Biltu and said, "I'm telling you to get out of here." Biltu, however, did not go. I saw four small children. Two white, two black, eyes have not yet opened. The four of them are drinking mother's milk. Biltu realized that the babies were born under the cupboard. He moved away from there like then. Because the cat can't say anything now. He has some experience with cats that can be scary. Once at a young age, to chase a cat out of the house, the window closed the door. Then with a stick he was chasing whatever he said. But the road to him is all closed, then what will happen! In order to save himself, the cat took such a terrible shape that at that moment, he might jump on the biltu. At last, as if he was forced to open a window, the cat jumped out of the window. When Biltu went to see the cat the next day, the cat noticed the queen's quiet calmness. Maybe he already understood that no one would bother him anymore. That same night, Biltu was lying down. Suddenly he woke up, with a squeaking sound. He immediately switched on the lights. He saw four kittens crouching and crouching. But their eyes have not yet opened. So random turns. Biltu is suspicious. He went to the next room. He saw the floor of the cupboard with the lights on. The cat queen is not there. Biltu thought that he had left his children in his trust. But what will he do now! If the children squirm like this, he will not be able to sleep. However, he was forced to turn off the lights and lay down on the bed. I don't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up in the morning, he could not hear the squeaking sound of the children and went to see the bottom of the cupboard. The cat queen was feeding the children with milk. And he is blinking at Biltu. She realized that this meant that the cat would leave her baby and go outside. Comes home again when desired. It became clearer in a few days when the children opened their eyes. They sometimes fought and played among themselves. If Biltu had given them milk in a bowl one day, the bowl would have turned upside down in their battle. And the milk would roll on the floor, they would lick that milk with their tongues. So Biltu would pour milk on the floor from time to time, and they would swear and eat it. After spending a few days like this, one day Biltu saw a black kitten wandering around. He thought, "Where did all the other kids go?" He looked around and saw that they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe take it later. Biltu suddenly saw, through the window, on the tiled roof of the front house, the cat queen feeding three babies. So what did you forget about this baby? Do you have to feed Biltu? Biltu is surprised but there is nothing to do. This black baby is constantly whining, whirling around. The beggar may be looking for his companions alone. So Biltu picked up the baby once, on the tile roof of the house in front, where the cat queen is feeding the other children, showing the baby to her, Biltu called, this is Pushikat, Pushikat! Pushikat is Pushikat. The cat will understand the meaning of Pusikat. Even then the call is going to his ears. Moreover, the black child is still squealing loudly. So maybe the cat turned his face once and turned his face again. But at this moment Biltu could not understand anything by looking at the cat's expression. So, now he has no choice but to wait. But seven or eight hours later, the cat suddenly appeared. Then the child's face, full of mouth, jumped out of the window, on the roof of the tiled house. He took her to the place where the other children were, and began to breastfeed all four of them at once. Let Biltu be relieved in one direction. But what will happen if he is relieved! Meanwhile, another incident is happening. The two neighbors are a Bengali lawyer and a Punjabi thinker. There is always a quarrel between the two about anything. It is difficult to say what the quarrel is about. Yet as much as needs to be known. Pulling left from Ukilbabu's door, Punjabi Bhabi's kitchen door. Sometimes the lawyers may have collected the dirt in a corner with a broom. As the Punjabi Bhabi was walking through there, the oil glowed purple at the sight of the deposit. That's when the quarrel started. The road to the kitchen is very narrow. The feet may feel dirty during the journey, so maybe the lawyer called Ginny and told her on the face that this lawyer can shake Ginny, and can't pick up the dirt and throw it in the basket. The quarrel started with this fight. This is just a small example. What happened this time is a big deal. Punjabi women are husband, wife and one son. The same goes for lawyers. The situation on both sides is such that the clashes have reached the stage of fighting. The people of the neighborhood have also gathered. Those who look after the area also come and appear in it. Then Nirupaya saw the news at the police station. Punjabi Bhabi himself informed the police station. Biltu was not at home when all this happened. As soon as he entered the house, a neighbor told him everything in detail. He then thought that he had a good relationship with the two families. However, it is doubtful that he will not be blamed. Because the main reason for the quarrel is the cat. Now the cat was in Biltu's house, that's all they know. That cat eventually died. There is no reason to die so soon. He thinks someone must have killed the cat. Suddenly the stick house hit so hard that the poor man died. And that dead cat is lying in front of the door of Punjabi Bhabi's kitchen. Punjabi Bhabi alleges that he saw the dead cat lying in front of Ukilbabu's door. And he knows very well that there is so much water flowing here, bucket after bucket of water and the push of the stick to move the cat, brought it here. But according to Ukilbabu, they never did that. Has anyone seen it? Someone has taken pictures. What is the proof? And this is the reason for the quarrel and fight on both sides. In the meantime, the police have come and appeared. Some people in the neighborhood with him. Bhaviji took the police to the kitchen door. Everyone, including the police, saw that the dead cat was no longer there. Where did it go? Someone removed it, Ube didn't go anymore. When the police and other people did not see the cat, they left with a loud bang. But Bhaviji and Ukilbabu understood exactly. Biltu realized that something had to be done to stop the quarrel. Look for people first. But without finding anyone, he tied a towel around his nose and mouth, tied the plastic in his hands, and took a big plastic bag. Then he grabbed the dead cat's leg and threw it in a plastic packet. Cautiously, he looked around to see if anyone was noticing him. Although Biltu didn't think much about it, he did think about the little kittens. The soil is dead, what will happen to them now. Biltu wanted to freshen up and opened the window. Her eyes went to the roof of the front tile, the four of them were huddled together and the cat was eating mother's milk.

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Psychology feels that way Part-1

Rather, he feels a kind oDescription Psychology is the attempt to understand some of the general concepts of psychology. Which has a psychological effect on the human mind, that is, it breaks the mind, and sometimes even hardens it. The battle between negative and positive psychology continues. Even if the weak part of the mind is injured, the mind does not hesitate to perform the duties of its psychology consciously. The goal of life is to keep oneself healthy and to enjoy the joys and sorrows of this world with another joy. And this psychology shows the way to that goal. Psychology feels that way Something is always happening inside the human mind. The way in which the situation is going, the search for the many branches of that path, how accurately it is possible to experiment, what duties can be performed for it, depends on the mental change. And moving forward on the right path. But it is possible to move forward in the right direction, with hard work, and hard work, and with the result that such a weak mentality of the people in the society can be healed. For this, family and surrounding cooperation is certainly desirable. Because the nature of our human beings, just as vengeance, jealousy, hatred of other people dwell in the mind, so kindness, maya, love, affection, love, friendship also develops. Normal relationships depend on how I apply my language to someone. Because the method of applying language can distract a mind, it can also awaken a beautiful feeling. Whether it is seen with evil eyes, or seen well, or the method of applying language, it all depends on what is working deep in the mind, that is, the character traits of psychology. For example, I suddenly said to a man, There is no one as bad as you, at that moment the man's face and his body changes strangely, if my language is a funny trick, then somehow, and if serious is applied. , Then a different feeling will emerge. Then language is an important factor in keeping a person's mind beautiful. Again the question arises, what kind of language I will use, good or bad, depends on what kind of work my psychology is doing. That applies to any human being. But the goal of bringing about change is to change society. People sometimes think that since different thoughts work in people's minds, sometimes they also say things like that, sweet words don't always work, brother. The man is very simple, stupid, everything can be done by slapping his head. In reality it may be true, but it is also true, the simple gentleman himself may have thought that helping the man according to his ability is an absolute satisfaction in his mind, the one he helped, he was happy, whether the man thought of something else, I don't think so.f happiness. Which means the person who took the opportunity may not understand. Someone may have noticed him and said he couldn't stay, he saw how clever the man was, he got the job done with you. Some people even try to take this opportunity again. That gentleman understands that, and then becomes alert. But still his language has a different sweetness. Which does not disturb him

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Psychology feels that way Part-2

Don't worry, it's easy to say, it's hard to do in reality. In fact, it may be that it has become unbearable to endure. Whoever is told to lean his back against the wall, then there is a possibility of something serious happening. And if something happens, it means that something or other will continue to happen to each other. For example, beatings instead of beatings, instead of inaudible language, inaudible language, bloody situations, people of close relationships gather, factionalism, patronage of support towards him, end of justice, police station, police, hospital, managing financial expenses, in case of scarcity Stays. Even if he is well-off, he may face many problems. Self-esteem is a big issue. Facing family, relatives, neighbors, it's all an unstable thing. Office business can put a lot of pressure on him in any other job. After the incident, he will continue to regret, then it will be better not to involve himself in this way. This is the key point, how can he handle this moment in a tolerant way, and use the present intellect, from which he can defend himself. Tanahle will continue to move towards getting mentally ill little by little here. There is another class. This time it was a matter of class, affluent families, needy families. There are some in poor families who are accustomed to talking rough, reckless people, they don't care about being beaten, beaten, insulted. This is not to say that they have no grief, they have found another environment for which they can endure a lot. They also admit to another type of psychosis. Some of them also fight to get rid of it. Sometimes a reckless attitude is seen in all classes. The point is, no matter what class you are in, getting into trouble is a kind of trap. Therefore, it is necessary to maintain as much caution and awareness as possible. We have to try to build the mind with this thought so that a solution can be found. That path is the path of peace. The path of unrest means to make a place for mental anguish, and to have a place means to have a place of anguish, there is anguish, the mind will burn all the time in such a way that the thought will eat the mind lazily. And then all the diseases will be suppressed together. Headaches, abdominal pain, eye pain, loss of appetite, all of these build up together, and if the common medicine does not work, then the psychological attack will gradually begin. This is an example, mother. There are many more such incidents that can be involved in life, from which people, doctors, hospitals, nursing homes, from this country to another country, which has the financial capacity, will run in such a way. Even if you have financial power, if you don't have it, if you are healthy, you will have peace, if not, you will have unrest. It is a path of many paths. There may be thorns in one path, so what to do? It is better to pick up the thorns and walk. Who made the thorns here, if you can make a fuss about this, you will make a good fuss. Some will win, some will lose, and some of them will suffer from depression. Then finding another way can be the solution. Then the question may be, do you have to bear everything with your eyes closed? Therefore, you should not protest. In fact, the thing is that personality is a different matter, it is manifested in the body of the person, in the mind, in the vagina. One person's protest is a difficult decision. It is very good if you can take it. Then it depends on the situation and the mentality of the person. It is very important to keep an eye on the situation so that it does not become complicated. There may be a possibility of loss of life. Every human being has an outer side, just as there is an inner side. A person may not be able to express how many things he imagines in his mind, so he cannot do anything outside. If it continues day after day, year after year, sometimes the words of the mind are expressed by muttering, then when it falls in the eyes of the common man, it takes on a different meaning. Many times he thinks he is crazy Again, if an incident happens outside, then there is a possibility of danger. The characteristics of a person's own nature or character and the characteristics or causes of the outside or the environment, in the words of the Austrian psychologist Fritz Heider, fall into the theory of attribution. Many times it can be noticed that a person is doing what he is thinking inside, maybe doing something else outside. For example, a small example of a well-known person standing, talking for a long time, going home, carrying something in his hand, whatever he found in front of his hand, such as a lock, scissors or any other thing, went away unknowingly. There are other examples, such as a man who came from outside the house, the housekeeper said something necessary, but suddenly the master shouted and threatened as if something huge had happened. Or maybe he saw someone he knew on the street, someone called him by name, he seemed to stare, but as if he didn't recognize him, he walked straight out. It is also seen that a person has been talking for a long time and there is no sign of stopping. Someone on the side was annoyed to hear so many things for a long time and rebuked loudly. In the words of a psychologist, a person's mind works consciously, sometimes subconsciously. But when we ordinary people notice that he is working in that subconscious way, we think, look how bad the man is. But the job of a psychologist is to do the work that a person did subconsciously, why he did that job, what was going on inside his mind at that time, that he had to do the job in a subconscious way. This does not mean that the man is not good. His nature is bad. When a person inadvertently takes something in his hand, or comes back from the outside, suddenly gets excited and angry, or avoids answering someone's call or pretending to be chenena, avoids, why these symptoms are seen in him, or what, His search is absolutely urgent. What kind of process is going on in his mind now, when and how it happened in the past, why it happened, what kind of injury he got, why that injury is still ingrained in his mind, and how deeply it is, it needs to be explored by applying various methods. The results of a psychologist's examination of how, when, what happened at the junction of that person's brain and mind, why it happened, his proper treatment and the right advice can make that person as normal as many other people. In fact, according to medical science, the role of neuroscience in the study of all the activities of the brain occupies a huge place. The brain controls most of the activity patterns in the human body. So there is a deep connection between the brain and the mind. Psychology, psychoanalysis, various studies are trying to understand that the nature of the movement of consciousness and the past nature of the body and mind to unravel and solve it is possible to work continuously.

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I'm coming, boy! Can I run like you! How fast you are walking, as if you are flying to Hawaii. Think about my mother! My hands, legs, everything is in pain. Malati said the words to her son Bitan. Of course, in one way it was good. Everyone in the village was driving him crazy. Survived for a while. Tanahle would leave him as a village dance master. A dance master used to teach dance to small children on the verandah of Subhash's house. Malti doesn't understand dance. Just listening, the master of dance plays Hindi and Bengali movie songs on the tape recorder, and the little ones, dh dhin, na dhin, dhei dhei, shake hands, feet, body, shake hands, feet, body, to the rhythm of the song. Dance. That was all right, but something happened. It will be seven o'clock at night. Suddenly the propaganda spread, the dance master was possessed. There was no electric light then, so the whole neighborhood was creepy dark. Only the lamps in the house and the lights of the hurricane are on. Then the torch light was used. Malati went to Somen's house shouting and shouting. They are conditioned. Pucca house. Square yard paved with cement. A basil altar. Open porch all around. Malati and many others from the village were round and round. The master of dance seems to be intoxicated, swaying and swaying. Another witch-wizard, holding a leaf-filled Nimdal in her hand, is chanting mantras, and with the Nimdal she is beating the dance master loudly. And only a moaning sound like an epileptic patient can be heard on the master's face. And Ojha is shouting from time to time, mother Kali Divya will not leave you today. No Shakchunni, Dakini, ghost boy Betty, you have relied on the master, I will defeat you now if it is your turn. Saying that, he is beating the master again through Nimdal's house. After walking like this for a long time, Ojha asked for a clay dhunuchi. At that time in the village he used to use incense sticks to light the evening lamp. The smell of the incense of that dhunuchi caught the nose of the dance master. After walking like this for a while, the master of dance fell to the ground in a relaxed, humming sound. This time Ojha laughed and said to the audience, "You all saw how I drove away the ghosts." This time Ojha asked for a jug of water. When someone brought water, Ojha took the ghat in his hand and splashed the water in the eyes, face and head of the dance master. Then his senses came back. Fear entered Malti's mind as she remembered the incident. Her thoughts, conversations, over and over again, everything was getting random. As he was before, now it is different. Or is he crazy? So the people of the village decided to call him Ojha, like that dance master, to drive the ghost out of his head. Although he did not understand anything else, he understood very well the magic that the people of the village would use to drive away ghosts. And so Malati is fleeing the village in the dark of night. But he himself does not know where to go. So maybe her son is taking her. Wait a minute. Hold my hand. But when Malati regained consciousness, I saw her lying in their village hospital. He did not understand how he came to the hospital. He heard from a compounder that he had fallen in front of the hospital last night. So someone admitted him to the hospital. Even in this situation he got a smile. She is in the hospital now. Her eight-year-old son was hospitalized. Who knows what happened to the disease! Occasionally there was a fever. Sometimes less, sometimes more. Nothing could cure the boy. Malati was surprised! It so happened that the boy she could not heal, whether the boy was Bitan, to save him, saved him from Ojha's hand and brought him to the hospital. But where else is that roof! When did Seto die in this hospital? Tears in Malti's eyes. But, who was the one who was walking in front of Malati last night?

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If you think too much about something, it makes you think more. Manoj had read such a thing in a book. He does not know whether today's incident is his result. Seven days ago, a girl was killed in a train in Puri. The girl will be 25 years old. It is not yet known who killed her. His investigation is still ongoing. Such was the news he read in the newspaper. Suddenly he remembered the incident of this girl again and again. One of the reasons was that the day the girl was killed, her ticket to Puri had been booked seven days before. After reading the news, he could not decide whether he would go around Puri or not. Thinking about this, when the day came for him to go to Puri, he got scared and left for Puri by train. And he reached Puri unhindered. Going to the hotel, Manoj was relieved. He had a seven-day vacation. Five days in the middle, sea bathing, temple visit to Puri, paradise paradise, everything that can be seen on the side tour, everything revolved. Some of his marketing, tasting different cuisines in different hotels, that too. She is quite happy. The mind seems to be in full swing now. He used to bathe in the sea once a day. And the pleasure of sitting in the afternoon and watching the waves of the sea is indescribable. Anyway today is the last sea bath. Because Kolkata is on the train tonight. So very happily, many women, men, children, small children, all together, enjoying the pleasure of bathing in the rhythm of the sea waves. What happens when you bathe in the sea, when the waves come, the waves pull you towards the slope of the sea again, and at that time Manoj and many others randomly pull the waves and go deep into the sea. Then of course there is fear. In this way, while playing the game of bathing in the rhythm of bathing with the waves, he saw a girl rolling towards the sea, Manoj realized that the girl was gesturing that someone should hold her hand and lift it. But did everyone pay so much attention at that time? But when Manoj noticed, he couldn't stay any longer, grabbed his hand and pulled it. The girl thanked Manoj. Then Manoj completes the normal bathing again. As usual on the platform to catch the train at the appointed time, he is walking with his small bag slung over his shoulder. Because it's a little late for him to come. The train had just started moving, at which point he grabbed the door handle in front of his coach and got on the train. He noticed that the room of the train was getting dark. The room started, ended and the light was on in the middle. There are very few people in this room of the train. There may be seven or eight people in the whole room. Usually Manoj doesn't know if this ever happens. But Oye is sitting in the seat of the reservation slipper below, a girl is sitting in the seat opposite to him. The surrounding sleeper seats are all empty. He can't see the girl well in the dark. But the train is moving fast. Express trains do not stop at all stations. As the train passed a station, a flash of light from the station fell on the room in such a way that Manoj could see the girl's face clearly. This is the girl he picked up in the sea of Puri. Manoj then said to the girl, Hello, do you recognize me? The girl just smiled once and shook her head. She didn't say much. Manoj is also a very important person. He lay down on the slipper naturally. But before he could fall asleep, in such a dark environment, he kept remembering the murder. He began to think, was the girl killed in this room! Maybe it was the seat in which he was lying. He was confused for a while. But he did not know when he fell asleep in the shock of the train. Suddenly a feminine scream was heard. Save me, save me, kill me. Manoj is up. At that moment his eyes suddenly went to the front slipper. But there is no girl there. Seki, however, has already landed at a station. Maybe. Seki, however, had been dreaming for so long, that too could happen. Manoj was thinking deeply about this. At this moment the speed of the trainer began to decrease. That means entering a station. The train stopped at a station. He did not read the name of the station. But where his room stood, there was very little light. But as the train was barely leaving, he looked out the window, as if the girl, the girl bathing in the sea, who was sitting in the slipper seat in front of him, right next to his window, full of bored, enchanted eyes, had disappeared at once. Manoj just wondered if it was the girl whose murder had been reported in the newspapers.

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The Laws of Nature

Ramladevi came down from the second floor and faced L. Rajat and said, listen Rajat, there is a word. Oma! Rajat walked beside her and went to the second floor, not saying a word. Seto is the only child in her womb. Ramaladevi cried, but she could not understand whether the tears fell or not. But he knows that people cry a lot without shedding tears. Now Ramladevi is crying like that. How much responsibility he still has in this world. When Rajat was ten years old, his father died. From then on, for Rajat, his responsibilities increased. Raising him to school, studying, cooking, housework, even going to the bank, raising his father's pension, all he did alone. Her father was in officer grade. So whatever pension he got, and whatever money he got, he kept a fixed deposit in the bank. Their simple life, somehow goes away. The house has been built, that is the big debt. Having a place to hang one's head is a big deal. How difficult it is to live a life of ordinary people. Those who live like this understand. They also have some experience. How difficult it is to drag all things over and over again when moving house. But Ramaladevi is very worried at the moment. The one who told Rajat to sit down, to sit up, to get up, he could never understand whether he could change so much after marriage. But it has changed after marriage, that's how it works! The next daughter has become a wife, so Seoto used to listen to all her words. She used to call her mother, mother. The lady was also going to the second floor, she also called him, but he didn't do anything. She didn't scold anyone. Last night, Bauma asked him for the key. Ramladevi said, what will Bauma do with the key! Oma Bauma sighed and said, why mother, I am like your daughter, I can't use the keychain. Will you use it forever. Ramladevi was a little angry. Look, the lady doesn't talk like that now. She threw away the bunch of keys. Go and see if there is any wealth. Of course, Bauma took the key and walked downstairs. Surely Bauma Rajat is more, she has said a lot by making it up, then why did Rajat avoid it like this! Hey dad, why are you in such a hurry. All this wealth is yours. Gold, jewelry, money, money, I will enjoy everything. Don't tell me what you want, I haven't said anything once. I can't believe it. From then on, both of them have dry faces this morning. As if everything has been defeated. I have never seen anything like this before. So has there been any quarrel between them? They are not getting along. Or something has happened to him. Why is the boy's face so sad? Ramaladevi consoled herself. If they are happy with the keychain, then he has no objection. He will give. What more does he need? Because they will see him. Let the father let them have a happy family. He will not pick up the key from the floor anymore. But why no one is listening to him. Now she cooks, and she helps out. But today I don't see any arrangement for cooking. Hey, morning tea party, breakfast, do you have to do all this? She can't go to the kitchen. Again, if there is monomalinya with all this! But the surprise is that today he feels very light gulka. It seems a little different than other days. Hey, it could be a father, because he has a skinny face. But why Rajat or Bauma is not coming down from the second floor yet! He also decided that he will stand below today, he will not go upstairs. But I see everyone is avoiding him. Oh, this matter! Ramaladevi realized that they have all formed an alliance together. The people of the neighborhood have been taken by Rajat and Bauma. Hey, whatever you are doing today, when your child is born, he will do the same to you. Ramaladevi got a little scared, she thought, she said the same thing, it became a curse on her child. Correcting again, he said, no, no, father, do what you understand best. But he thought, Kartik, Shibura that, as they entered the house, the main gate must be open, then how did they enter the house. Once he peeked at the main gate, and there were five or six more people there. But will Rajat bring justice to everyone at home? Take everything away from him and drive him out of the house. Everyone must be doing this together. Ramladevi has understood everything so far. All right, so be it. Whatever pension he gets, his days will be cut short. Ramladevi said the word, but even a thousand children, does the mind want to accept all this! She saw the silver coming down from above. This time he will want to know Rajat's mind. As soon as Rajat approached, Ramaladevi held Rajat's hand tightly, as she used to do when she was young. But somehow Rajat slipped out of her hand. Still he said loudly, listen father listen, understand my words once. But he did not answer any word. Ramaladebi's mind became more heavy. He waited there for a while. Rajat was climbing the stairs to the second floor. This time Ramladevi followed Rajat. What matters is that he has to see why he is going up and down. Something went wrong. But what else can happen! Ramladevi was startled as soon as she entered the room. She thought who was lying on her bed, Bauma was sitting at her feet, Rajat was also sitting. He went a little farther, and Dad, he was still lying on the bed! But when he woke up he didn't realize that he was leaving the body. So tell me what happened to the two Ramaladevi! When she is lying on the bed, how she is standing here again! Ramladevi understood the problem by now. Maya was playing with him for so long. As he thought deeper, he was no longer alive, meaning he died in the morning. That's when he became more powerless. And then floating through the ceiling of the house, on the roof, Ramaladevi rose a little, went down again and touched the ground once again, then floated up again, thus the earth, the sky, the air, the water merged with the earth. Because, this is the law of nature's life.

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Feel

If you tell anyone the feeling that Varunthakur has in his mind today, he will never believe it. But he has been worshiping for a long time. But the satisfaction I felt today has never happened before. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. Because he is not a devotee like Ramakrishna, Ramprasad, Bamakshepa, he is just a little priest. Barundhakur sat in worship of Shanithakur in the afternoon like every day. Just as Thakur was about to be given flowers, a woman said, "Thakurmashai, put the basket of this prasadam on Thakur's feet." As soon as Barunthakur turned his face away from his seat, he suddenly noticed a banyan tree on the other side of the narrow road. And at that moment his mind became restless. From the woman's hand the pots of prasad were arranged along with many more prasads. He is a devout priest. People also respect him very much and love him. The crowd was the same this afternoon as it was then. With two or four men, almost all are women. But when I go to worship today, I can't pay attention to anything. Everyone present understands that. So some people said, what is grandma today. Is the body bad or not! The way the crowd is growing, it is better to do the puja early, we also have work at home. He was a priest in the Barunthakur dynasty for fifty years. He can't talk about his father, grandfather, grandfather's father, his previous ancestors, all of them. So everyone tells him that he is like his father. This temple is also his livelihood. He has no other income. So he is very devoted to it. At present his wife and one child. The child is a student of class eight. Therefore, in order to manage all the worldly expenses, he performs pujo in this temple with sincerity. Moreover, there is a pujo festival of thirteen festivals in the Bengali month of the year. Again marriage, shraddha, Narayan pujo is all he has to do. Many masters in heredity. He keeps a watchful eye so that the master is not dissatisfied with him. He did not learn to read much. Then he can read and write books. Besides, he has to read puja books, memorize mantras and panchali lessons. By saying these things, by practicing, many things are memorized. But suddenly he sees an old book in his house and when he goes to read Puran, reading a short story of Puran has changed his mind completely. It can be said that he has acquired a deep knowledge. But he also wants to pass the test of how much knowledge he can use socially. These are his ideas. That was the story of Puran. That day was Kojagari Lakshmipujo. All the rich and poor people perform Lakshmipujo in their own house. On that day, an old woman went to a high-caste house with torn clothes, clothes and a foul-smelling body. Seeing the old lady, the master of the house frowned a little and said angrily, "Now there is no worship, I will give food at the right time. After a while, the master negligently fed the old woman. So that there was no sincerity. The old woman went from there to another house. The lord of that house was of low caste. He also organized puja with his relatives. The old woman also went to him and said, "Dad is very hungry, give me some food." But the master called the old woman mother and mother with respect, brought what was in the house and fed her sincerely, standing in front of her. Mother took the form of Lakshmi. This story has given him so much in his life that he may have been able to erase as much evil as he had in his mind. Barunthakur's mind was suddenly so anxious, he was repeatedly pulling his mind under that banyan tree. His father was one such old man one day. If he survives, he will be like that one day. So he left the puja and the people of Veer ran away to the banyan tree, avoiding everyone. He took the old man by the hand and gave him some food. The old man smiled. Some people present expressed annoyance. He said, "You became Brahmbhanthakur and took him to the holy temple." That's not right. Don't come here after that, many people got excited and said many things. But some also showed sympathy. Alas old man! Thakur you have done a good job. Barunthakur said to those women mother, service is the real religion. However, Barunthakur worshiped as usual. Now it is as if the restless feeling has subsided. Then all the worship lessons are over. The people are all gone. This time Barunthakur thought that this time he would take the old man to his house. He said in his mind, he looked at the specific place and was surprised that the old man was not there. He could not understand how and when he left in this darkness, at night. But the condition of his body, is it possible to go alone in this dark night! Aging really disappeared. Thinking of the story of Barunthakur Puran as true, the branches of thought began to form like a garland of flowers in his mind. His mind says that the old man had met Shanithakur. He stared at the idol of Shanithakur for a long time. If Shanithakur also appeared to the lower caste man as he had seen Lakshi. But in the eyes of that idol of Shanithakur, he felt the vision of that old man again and again. What taught him, the sincere vision of knowledge, feeling, love is the real Shanithakur.

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Moti

Can that moment of Moti's life be forgotten? According to the OC of the police station, Moti showed the way to what the police have been looking for for some time. But when it comes to Moti, we have to say something about other dogs. Things may happen to a lot of people, so even if they seem like small things, they stick in my mind. Once, while painting, a madam's house was contacted. As soon as she entered the drawing room, she first saw a big white dog. It looked like a long, fat, foreign dog. He came closer to me, looked at me with big eyes. I stood silently in awe. Madame rebuked him and called out, "Come here, Christ." Christ heard the rebuke, looked at Madame once, and stood beside me again. Madam asked me to sit on the sofa. You sit down, he won't do anything. Huge large drawing room. Brass means all around, as many dockers as possible, many small and large statues and oil paintings on the walls. On the carpet, large sofa around, tea table in the middle. There are many other things to keep in mind, such as various trees, curtains, beautifully decorated with vases, the drawing room of the aristocratic family . But as soon as I went to sit on the first sofa, according to Madame, Christ went before me and sat on the sofa. Again I went to sit on another sofa, Christ ran to that 0sofa again and sat down. I mean, why don't I sit on the sofa, Christ goes before me and grabs that sofa. And he looked at me with big eyes. I mean, maybe he wants to say, look how fun it is! Madam noticed that and smiled and said, you feed these biscuits, Christ will become your fan. In the end it was so. After feeding the biscuits, it was possible for me to sit on the sofa. And Christ sat quietly at my feet, with his face down, as if he knew nothing. I had occasional trips to this house. But I never got a chance to see that scene again. I had the opportunity to visit someone else's house. I am sitting in a chair. A light brown dog from the inner room, that is, a large dog with shiny fur, just like a little more cromiolo mixed with brown color. As soon as he came to me, he licked my shirt with his mouth and started pushing me with his feet. When I caressed her head with my left hand, it was very quiet. Mrs. Doctor then chained the dog to the window, closed the door as usual, and went into the room. Then the dog first looked at me and started barking loudly. As if complaining, why was he tied up? Then, without getting any response from me, Mrs. Doctor went through the door, looked at the door, and started shouting loudly. There are no signs of stopping. And it seemed as if the chain would come to me. It was as if he was shouting at the door and trying to say, open me, open me. After a while, disgusted by her call, Mrs. Doctor opened the door and untied the dog's chain. And immediately he came running to me. And I started to caress him as usual. Then the quiet, calm thought seemed to come back. Let's talk about a streetdog. The main gate was always open so a dog would occasionally enter. We would feed a few families. Somehow it can be said to be a pet. He goes to the streets and then to the backyards. I used to live on the second floor. Most of the time I watched, lying in one corner of the wall next to my door. When a hawker or a stranger came up the stairs, he would shout. Once we went out for seven or eight days. But the day I came back, as soon as I entered through the gate, the reception of that streetdog could not be described in words. Once he was running out of the gate, again he was running towards the stairs of the house. His repeated running, and running, and looking at our faces and making noises, as if he were trying to say over and over again, "Where have you been? Why haven't you been there for so long?" Can only be felt in real situations. And we could feel it. The same feeling was in our native dog Moti. In the village, there are dogs in the yard or in front of the house. Eats while eating, again at this house and house, or road ghat, garden turns around independently, sits in front of the house door. I will be ten or eleven years old then. The children of the village roam freely and play sports. One day I went for a walk, near B, S, F, Camp on the border of Bangladesh. Suddenly I saw small, black, brown, white puppies playing together. I was staring at it. I didn't understand when a B, S, F, standing next to me suddenly said, what baby, will you take a puppy or not! I'll go see if you're doing it. And found out my home address. I would bring the puppy home and tie it up first. Then when I let it go, I would see it jumping around behind me. That's how he grew up one day. But two of them, B, S, F, would come to our house, settle down, talk and leave, caressing the dog. In this way, from a young age, when you call it Moti, now it comes to Moti. Whatever he looked like, Alsatian would beat Doug. Pretty tall, shiny, look. But day or night, he would not let a stranger approach him. Thus, at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the village became silent. One day, in the deep night of the silent night, I heard the monstrous and terrifying sound of Moti. This sound does not want to stop. Apart from me, one or two elders of the neighborhood woke up. Suddenly someone lit a big torch. Just then, I saw someone rushing towards the garden. And Moti also started chasing him and running away. At the noise of a couple of such voices, some more woke up. But as soon as two or four more people lit their torches, they saw a large sack full of something on the road. Then everyone came running and someone was startled as soon as he opened the sack. He saw a boy of seven or eight years. The boy is Sunil, the son of Baburam from our village. Sunil's face was covered with a cloth so that he could not make a sound, and his hands, feet and ropes were tied. As soon as he took off his clothes, he started crying. The rope was also untied. She cried and said she was sleeping with her father on the open porch. He did not understand how the sack was filled. We thought, maybe, made him unconscious with something. One of them took Sunil to his house. This time I thought of Moti. The bridge has not returned yet. The man fled towards the mango orchard. We also ran there. I was scared. I wouldn't have killed Moti! But the fear was really right. Moti is lying dead under a tree. When the light came on, Moti saw that Moti's stomach was still rising and falling. And a thick brass chapata bracelet stuck in his mouth with his teeth. Blood stains on the forehead. I took the balata out of my mouth. Everyone saw it. Some people said that the balata is very familiar. I put the ball in my pocket, took Moti home with them all together, watered her eyes, sat up slowly, and began to whimper in a relaxed manner. As usual we informed the police, after a while the police came in a jeep. I told the police all the incidents and handed over the balata to the OC. He saw the torch burning well and said, there is a name engraved on the bala. Jatu is written. But we know two Jatus. One is Jatu Mandal, he lives in Chai Para. Another Jatu Ghosh lives in Goyal Para. Now whatever Jatui is, when Moti grabs the bracelet from his hand with his teeth, then surely Jatui's hand has become bloody. Because Moti had to apply enough force while pulling the bracelet in his hand, then there must be blood stains from the scratched teeth. Because there were blood stains in the balata. Moreover, to save himself, Jatu also made Moti unconscious like Sunil, so he fell like a corpse. That night, Moti, me and two other elders of the neighborhood reached the Jatu Mandal neighborhood in Chai Para in a police jeep, because that neighborhood was the first to fall on the way to the police station. But the jeep in the neighborhood, some of them woke up, I asked them and found Jatu's house. And then Moti jumped up and sniffed the ground, knocked on the door of the very mud house and started knocking on the door. As soon as the police broke down the door and entered the room, Moti jumped on Jatu. Seeing the wound on Jatu's hand, everything became clear. The OC told me, Moti doesn't understand what has benefited us, you and everyone in this region. Moti did what we couldn't do. Few photos taken from Google.

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What is it!

It is true that Sumon does not attach any importance to these unrealistic thoughts in this age of science, but still sometimes some things put him in question. What he heard in his house did not happen in front of his eyes, it did not happen or not, but a truth that happened in front of his eyes, how can he deny it! Sumon studied from a mess in Kolkata. He has no need to communicate with the family at present, because he is the only child of his parents, but when he was six years old, his mother died of an illness. Father and uncle lived together. But as soon as Sumon grew up, his father used to quarrel over his uncle's property. The father's argument was, you take care of the property, do whatever you want independently, no objection, then the property can not be divided. He had another reason. First of all, Sumon works outside. There will always be a meeting with him or not, is there anything right with him! Suddenly he himself may die. In case of not sharing the property, Sumon's father was afraid that selling the property in the future could ruin everything. Because, Sumon's uncle had some bad habits. Such intoxication, gambling, falling into dishonesty, not doing housework, just quarreling and abusing, he doubted whether such mentality could keep the property to himself. Of course Kakao was unmarried. Sumon was then in Calcutta. Dad didn't use the phone, so he kept in touch with his close friend and neighbor Abner. Sometimes he would send information to the neighborhood or home. On the same day, the ring of Abon's mobile phone rang and he found out that his father had been hacked to death by his uncle. Sumon was shocked. He was very upset at that time. But then he had no other way to do anything. Although many of the villagers were by his side, he did not want to go to court with his uncle. Instead, a lawyer arranged for his bail. Because the court will not get his father back, but he will have to go to the village, court, lawyer, police station, police from time to time and it is difficult to say how long these cases will last. It is not possible for him to do all this. He knows that Baba Kakar's fight over the property, his papers, where he is kept, nothing he knows. Tried to find the house, could not find anywhere. Maybe uncle left it somewhere. But Kaka did not ask any questions about these things. Because if he doesn't get this property, he will continue. His confidence is that he will be able to do something in life. And today he has been able to do something, now he is a bank manager. It's just a pity Dad couldn't see. Then for a long time he had no contact with the house. And there was not much talk with Abner. He was also involved in various worldly problems. Yet suddenly that night his mobile phone rang. I was shocked once more when I heard Aban talking on the phone. What are you talking about? Sumon's father's soul became a ghost and took revenge by killing his uncle. Sumon's house is in a little empty space. The other houses in the village are a bit far away. Sudam Mandal of the village was passing by Sumon's house late at night, when he heard clearly that Sumon's uncle was shouting, "Save me, save me!" Dada killed me, Dada killed me. Sudam Mandal fled in fear By the time he saw Sumon's house, Sumon's uncle was dead. Sumon's uncle, Sumon's father's soul has become a ghost, it has been spread throughout the village, around the region. The forensic department will be able to tell how true or false this is. However, when Sumon got off at their railway station, it was one o'clock in the morning. The train is four hours late. There were hardly any people on that train. But when he got off at the station, it didn't matter if anyone else got off. I just saw the brown lampposts burning in groups, but it was dark all around. There is no sign of people. Her luggage is very heavy. When the train arrives at the appointed time, there are two or four people, two or even a horse-drawn carriage. But since the train is late, nothing can be found now. And here the train runs only once. Sumon knows all that. The light is on in the station master's room. He went there once. The door is locked from the outside. That means there is no one in the house, Sumon is relieved. Of course the window was open. Peeked once. I saw some files on the table. Maybe, it's been so many nights so the station master has gone to bed in the next quarter. He came out of the station with the luggage in his right hand. Whatever he thought, no horse-drawn carriage was far away, Sumon lost his way in the desolate darkness! Stood in one place. Bamboo forest on both sides. Shunshan place. Quiet! There is no wind. Yet a whisper in the bamboo garden, which adds to Sumon's fears. Her own body is creepy. Suddenly someone came forward like a shadow in the dark. He said, "Babu, I'm taking your luggage. Let's go first. I'm coming back." Sumon was a little surprised! She didn't know where this man came from. But even though he was scared, he felt a little stronger. A man was found carrying luggage. Sumon looked back once as he walked down the street. But where is the man! Can't see! Suddenly there was a sound. Babu is not afraid. You go ahead, I'm coming slowly. Once in the distance, I saw a faint black look, as if coming forward. Sumon proceeded as usual. The village of Suman is far from the station. His own leg hurt. When he reached the house, he saw his bag lying in front of the door. But there are no people. Got more scared. The man did not take any money. And did not think, how the man came here before Sumon. He did not get any clue. Everything is as unknown to him as this rural darkness. Uncle's house is closed in the dark on the right. Sumon always had the key to her house. He opened his father's room and lit his mobile torch. The interior of the house, the cobwebs, the dust, the table, the chairs and the stool are all in place. More household items such as dishes, utensils, pitchers, pots, buckets, etc. are scattered. How to sleep here at night! But I didn't want to call Aban again so late at night. With that he wiped the dust off the stool and cleaned it. He wiped his table and chair clean, washed his hands, feet, eyes and face in the water of the tubewell in the yard with a handkerchief, wiped his hands and face and entered the room. He put the luggage on the table. He took out the necessary things from the bag. Especially in the chowki a sheet had to be spread. Fear was already working in his mind, he was more afraid to turn off the torch of his mobile. Still tired, his eyes were just falling asleep, suddenly there was a sound in the room! Someone seemed to say something. But Sumon did not understand anything clearly, it seemed that I am your uncle! Sumon got up and turned on the torch of her mobile. She sat up and tried to see something by throwing light around the room. But suddenly as soon as the light fell on the table, her eyes widened. By the way, there was nothing. So how did it come here! Sumon once looked up in the light of his mobile phone, it was the land and house documents.

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Superstition —

People will believe in human beings, this is the eternal truth. Then superstition like irrationalness never seems to be good. Anything that is not easily rescued, it should be understood by all of us. In order to be rescued, it is necessary to have knowledge about his various experiments. But if suddenly a stranger says, if you listen to everything I say, then you will be completely free from all diseases. Just have to believe. And two such strangers, Kalumama of our village believed. Those two people came to our village from Bahrampur. Wearing a pale dhoti Punjabi, with a red tip on his forehead, a young man in his thirties. He has a small mirror in his hand, another one of that age who has a thick bamboo stick in his hand. The man is wearing a white fatwa on his dhoti and a red tip on his forehead. Seeing the amazing power of the man wearing the dhoti Punjabi, we ten people, men and women, gathered around him. Some people from nearby houses started peeping. And Kalumama also came and appeared. Then it will be eight in the morning of summer. At this point the man wearing the dhoti Punjabi, holding the small mirror in front of his eyes with his right hand, instructed his companion. Now find out. The companion then began to grope behind the man, in the bush, in the bush, in the forest full of banana, mango, and supuri trees, with a bamboo twig stick. As if looking for something. And Manasa is singing Mars songs in her mouth. Where Palali snake kills Lakshindre, I will be punished, you will catch it right now. Meanwhile, the man wearing dhoti Punjabi, looking in the mirror, said to his companion, look carefully, look at the base of the banana tree. I can see in the mirror, running away. Hold on, hold on. Now hold on. Hurry up and run away. The man immediately put the stick under the snake's belly and hung the living snake like a rope. I didn't think the snake was very fast. Is moving. Fana is also raising. Then the man grabbed the tail of the snake, put his head in a snake basket and pressed it with the lid of the basket, the snake went in, and pressed the lid well. Thus in the whole village, ten snakes were caught in different places. How much more knowledge do we have? The whole thing surprised us. On top of that, Kalumama asked, "You can see everything in the mirror, we can't see anything." The man said to Kalumama, these sadhana babu. You will see what I see in this mirror, so where will your difference be with me. All is the grace of Kamakhya Devi. That is our strength. As I look in the mirror, I will instruct my partner to catch the snake. And this is what you saw before your eyes. Kalumama asked again, "How long will you catch snakes?" The man said, "Every day we catch snakes, from eight to ten in the morning." No more snakes after ten. Because then the goddess Kamakhya is worshiped. Kalumama was so surprised that he began to speak his mind. Ms. We also saw snakes, wearing lungi, wearing genji, tying towels on their heads, playing beans, making holes with shovels, pulling snakes out, putting them in baskets. But I have never seen anyone with such amazing powers. He says he can't see everything in the mirror. Then you also know Tantra mantra, you also keep medicine, you can also cure the disease! The man said yes I can. What is your problem, if all is said openly, I can cure the disease with a guarantee. Kalumama was going to tell something to the man holding the mirror holding the dhoti Punjabi about his disease. Go to your house. Talk at home. Better a poor horse than no horse at all. Tanahle increases the danger. Kalumama took the man, entered the tiled house with four walls made of clay and closed the door. And the second man sat on the hill near the door. Kalumama was so eager to say something to the man that no one around him, mother, father, uncle, sister, noticed what he saw. About an hour later, the man and his companion left the house, saluting Kalumama. They never looked at the people of Kalumama's house in the vicinity. But at that moment, in Kalumama's eyes, a change was noticed. The sincerity that was there before is no more. Some thoughts seem to be in vivo. Her father asked, "When are you going to Kiri? It's time." Kalumama said softly, "Yes, yes, I will go out this time." Accompanied by Kalumama's cousin Shankar, he has already reached the bus stand. At this bus stand, only one bus travels. Comes at nine in the morning, leaves at half past nine. They come again at three in the afternoon, leave at three and a half. That is why they did not get a bus in the morning as usual. So they were forced to go to the market where they would shop, and they reached in an hour by horse carriage. My cousin paid for the horse-drawn carriage. In fact, Kalumama's sister got married. So they are marketing a little earlier. He will wear whatever clothes he needs today, and he will keep the gold jewelry market. At first they went to the gold shop. Buy clothes later. On the occasion of the wedding, he chose all the gold ornaments that he needed. Kalumama was shocked when he went to take money out of his pocket to pay the price to the shopkeeper. There is no money in the pocket. Kalumama sat at the shop with her head in her hands. He is a matter of a lot of money! The shopkeepers were also shocked, Shankar was also panicked. After a while, Kalumama explained to the shopkeeper about the difficulty of money, took Shankar out and said, Shankar is defeated! Now the way! Let's go to the police station quickly I will go there and tell everything. Kalumama went to the police station and told the officer everything. The story of the two men catching snakes and what happened after they went home, when Kalumama told the snake wearing some dhoti Punjabi about some of his diseases, first of all, the man who was sitting outside the door, opened the door. With a snake, he closed the door again. Kalumamato was about to jump first, then the snake said, Lafiona Babu, this is the blessing snake of Kamakhya Devi. You have nothing to fear. No harm done. Kalumama sat quietly, scared, with a snake in her throat. The snake was moving, so he felt very uncomfortable. And for the snake to get rid of the disease slowly, the roots should be soaked in water every night, drinking the water in the morning, the disease will be cured. And sprayed him with something like water. Then he fainted. Kalumama could understand something in her sleep. He lowered the snake from his throat and said to him, "Babu, give me the right one." Kalumama put his hand in his pocket and handed the bundle tied to the handkerchief to the snake. The bundle was full of money to buy jewelry. He was in the house for a long time in that relaxed state. Then they did not know when they left. The OC of the police station, after receiving all the reports, just said, someone does such stupidity one day! There are doctors, not snakes, to cure the disease. A little while ago, someone like you reported that the same thing had happened in this neighborhood. Let's see! They started walking with the OC. As soon as he went to the jail, Kalumama shouted to the OC, "Yes sir, that is the man wearing the dhoti Punjabi, and his companion." Kalumama regained her composure with her hands on her chest. He hopes the money will at least be available.

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Dablu is a sixth grader of the year. In his naughty mannerisms, Taki and he knew that even natural qualities were hidden! He realized only when Dablu's name was announced as a special award from the Gram Panchayat Mancha after the award of students with good secondary results .Everyone knows him as Dablu. From a young age, the people of the house used to call him Dablu, from the people of the neighborhood, Bepara, and even the people known in the whole area used to call him by that name. His school's real name is Animesh, but it remains on paper. A friend from the teacher calls him Dablu. And after receiving the award, his fame has spread even more. Short short stiff look. At that age he was brave enough. There is nothing to fear. And because of this his parents are worried enough. The boy did not die in the end. With his friends, in the open field next to the garden, playing football, some of his friends shouted, "Snake snake." Immediately Dablu ran, grabbed the tail of the snake in his right hand, twisted it two or three times over his head and threw the snake into the forest. Whether the snake is poisonous or not is bigger than that, if the snake bites, Dablu can also lose his life. Moreover, Saptato did no harm. It is to oppress the poor. However, when the incident became known in the neighborhood, his mother, father, as a result of saying good things, he did not understand what was going on, he understood. But if you understand what will happen. When the thought of mischief revolves in his head, he does it without thinking of anything. Even one day when he was playing with sticks, with friends, Santoor hit the sixes with a stick, like a cricket ball, and the stick is like a cricket ball, and the stick is like a bat. Are truncated. And the rod is a wooden stick. The ball vs. the wooden bullet hit Santu's forehead. Santu's forehead swelled like a potato. The two families also quarreled over this. Warn your son Dablu, the answer is don't send your son to play. A couple of such things continued. But for him, the friendship between Dablu and Santu did not break down. Even though Santu is two years older than him, they are really best friends. So a few days later, Santu and Dablu went to the river bank one day. Then a summer afternoon. Suddenly he saw a boat tied to a bamboo pole on the banks of the Ganges. There are still scenes of boats being tied up on the banks of the Ganges. In the rainy season, when the water of the dam is released, the river Ganges is seen to be terrifying. Every year the people of the village suffer some loss due to the demolition. Then many people become poorer. But this summer, in the middle of that river, where the river falls, it becomes land. As on this side, the sand slap on the other side. Now the water in the river is less. So Dablu said to Santu, let's take a boat and come back from the other side of the river. Santu said, if he goes to jail. Dablu said, "You fool! The fisherman is fishing from the river, anchoring the boat, now he has gone to the market to sell fish." Before we get back to jail, we'll be right back. Anyway, with Dablu and Santu Laghi, Laghi is a long thin bamboo, with which the boat can be pushed under the river water, pressed to the ground. In the same way, they pushed the boat more on the sand on the other side, so that the boat did not float on its own. Then they climbed on the sand, wrestled with each other, pushed again with bamboo sticks, tied the boat on this side, they went back home. Dablu is not afraid of the water of this river because he swims here with many more people every day. But during this rainy season, when the big waves of the river hit the shore, and the big earthen eruptions broke, the river also got scared. At that time, he swam in the pond. The pond is a little far from their village. Large mango trees around the pond. Quite a large pond. Rain filled water. But there are no waves like the Ganges. Many more, big and small, are swimming. Dablu noticed that two or three people were climbing a tree, and the long branches of the tree, leaning towards the water of the pond, were jumping into the water. He has jumped from a tree like this before. He has no fear in these matters. This time he climbed higher than everyone else on the branches of a big tree, some of them rained on him. You have become more adept at this. I will jump from so high and die. But Dablu did not find those words. When he wants to, he will jump from this high branch. The tall branch of this tree is a little too long, so long that the last end of the branch has gone along the middle of the pond. He once looked around the pond. Everyone is swimming like that, jumping into the water, having a lot of fun, but suddenly he noticed, only two hands of one can be seen. He was surprised, it took a while to understand, Oki is swimming in the water with both hands raised. But swimming dives by dipping the whole body in water. But what Dablu suspected came true. Both his hands are slowly sinking. That means he is not swimming, in fact he is drowning. At the moment, many are looking in that direction. Many shouted, "Look, someone is drowning." Save him. And at that moment Dablu jumped from the stalk, spotting the drowning man in the right place, into the water. He went a little deeper into the water. But Seto knows how to swim. He caught the drowning man in that position. Then they pushed him on wheels, brought him to the edge of the pond, and those who were older brought him up to the shore. Santu will be the same age, there is no talk with Dablu, then he knows the face. When he did not regain consciousness at that moment, everyone took him to the local hospital. Dablu also went with. After admitting the boy to the hospital, this time everyone who was waiting outside, what will the doctor say. At that moment, all together, seeing Dablu's reckless courage, they began to rejoice with him on their heads and shoulders. Dablu, what you have done, this time the brave prize of the panchayat is tied for you. We will all propose your name. Then, as soon as they saw the doctor coming, they lowered Dablu from their shoulders and everyone stood still. But the doctor went into another room. Some people said, "Doctor Babu is not here. The boy is alive!" !

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As I read the newspaper in the morning like every day, I found an information. And that information reminded me of the vast circle. Among the various species of nature's creation, such as insects, animals, birds, humans all have some or the other quality. Even those who do evil have some virtues. Just need to wake it up. As soon as he wakes up, he appears, and then another acquaintance brings him. This huge circle was entitled to exactly the same quality. The father died soon after the birth of the giant. So the mother was the only hope. I had the opportunity to study in the primary school of Bishal Para. He did not enter high school anymore. Bigha is the crop of a few lands to say their livelihood. Yet it is cultivated by people. He stays with the course. Their demand is also low. So life was going to end somehow. But his mother became a big obstacle. The mother suddenly became a paralytic and went to bed. In other words, it was not possible to get proper treatment. So he had to do service, care, medicine, cooking, farming, when he was fifty-five years old, his mother died. That is why he did not get married and start a family. Moreover, at that age he did not wake up. But still very lonely. So after housework, talking to peers, and sometimes playing twenty-two cards in the afternoon, but still not spending time. One day in the market, while passing by the panchayat office, a large cloth was inscribed in large letters, "A tree is a soul" and a picture of a tree next to it. He has traveled through here before, but has not been seen. Maybe planted new. However, he was very attracted to this article. He wanted to know more about this article. He is a farmer. In rural life, plants are associated with the fields, so he knows that trees give flowers, bear fruit, birds nest, and in the summer they can relax in the shade of trees. Green gives him a lot of satisfaction. He also earns some money. But there is more to know than that. So he was thinking about it for a few days. Realizing the opportunity, one day he wanted to meet the head of the region. He knows that many kinds of people, for example, some are naughty, some are good, some are housewives, some are uneducated, some are laborers, some are members of the society, some are ordinary middle class people, some are good through voting. Pradhan was very educated, he was a fastboy in high school, he passed M.A. He was a scholar. It was good to hear him speak during the election. There were many people in the panchayat office that day. After a long wait, the crowd subsided, standing in front of the huge chief, asking if I had a word to say, if given a chance. All right, tell me. Vishal said, "I saw a large inscription on a cloth outside, 'A tree is a soul'. If you explain this matter a little better." The chief was a little surprised, looked at the giant, thought, here in general, various debts, dues, problems, quarrels, meetings, accounts, police, it takes time to do all these things. But he could not have imagined that a common man could ask such a question. So when the chief asked him to sit down, the giant sat down on a branch. There were a couple more people in the office then. He said he was glad to hear your question. In fact, we humans are polluting the earth in various ways at every moment. Dust, smoke, lack of cleanliness, polluting river ponds, smoking cigarettes, bidis, gutkha, more bad drugs, spreading plastics, the world is becoming so polluted that new diseases are spreading among people, to get rid of them. For, in order to keep the body healthy, we all need to be aware. We will discuss these in the neighborhood soon. Scientists are doing a lot for the betterment of the country. To save crops, improved organic fertilizers, water machines, factory equipment, life-saving medicines, much more, which none of us can do without science. One such scientist of our country was Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose. He said, the tree also has life. The pollution that carbon dioxide is emitting is what we're talking about, the plants are taking in, but when the plants are releasing oxygen, we're taking in and we're surviving. How many medicines are being made from this tree. We have also learned that if this world survives, then all our people, animals, and beasts will survive. And for that, you just have to decorate the world with trees. Just green and green. That is why an advertisement festoon has been put up. "A tree is a life". In the coming monsoon, through the panchayat, there are plans to plant trees in this area, you will also take part. And take as many trees as you need. Vishal thought, let's get a real education. He knows that the rain is still a little late. But Seto planted trees on his land. But trees are for everyone. So from now on he will plant trees in other people's lands. Thus, in the forest, in the garden, in the weeds, some small trees can be seen. Such as neem, mango, jackfruit, blackberry, tamarind, almond, bot, ashwattha, more unnamed trees are found. Finding those trees, they started planting them in the right places. He cut his own bamboo twigs and began to make a round fence. Many times cows, goats, trees can eat. And everyone who plants a tree in front of their house, folds their hands and asks them to water the tree from time to time. Then in the rainy season through the panchayat, together with many others, shawls, teak, all the more expensive trees, he does not know their names, became a big festival of planting trees properly. The whole monsoon was cut off like this. But in his life planting trees became an addiction. He used to plant trees wherever there was an opportunity. He has been planting trees for fifteen years now. It's okay to go too far now because of age. But still planting trees. But planting trees also does another job. Many a time he would look at the market stalls, hang advertisements on big tree trunks, on fiber or on plastic cloth, by nailing them. Even if someone sees him, he explains to him, don't nail the tree like this. Artists, writers, poets, singers, scientists, social workers, knowledgeable personalities from all over the world have taken the country forward through their pursuits. But he has become a big social worker in another pursuit, so he knows for himself! When someone calls him a social worker, he just smiles, and says he is born a human being, how many people do great deeds, when I plant trees, when those trees Growing up, I enjoyed seeing his growing green youth. I don't understand anything else. But those who understand, know that it is a great work. In this dying corona, millions of people are getting lost. To protect against corona, how much awareness, masks, sanitizers, soaps, distance maintenance, and the services of policemen, health workers, doctors, many more people are currently the most urgent. In the meanwhile, to save one's life, one has to live in solitary confinement, and in solitary confinement one has to starve to death. When will the vaccine be available? And this information was found in the newspaper, then, in order to save people all over the world, it is necessary to vaccinate or vaccinate. And that can only be found if five target sharks are killed. But would it be reasonable to kill so many sharks? The organization that wants to protect the shark has also shown an alternative path. To free people from corona is to make a tree a soul, and so the goal is to plant more and more large mandals day after day, just as we have planted this huge mandal tree. Because the keeper needs squillin oil for this vaccine, which can be obtained from this tree.

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After birth, children, teenagers, young people, then the elderly, this continuity is equally acceptable to everyone in the world. Samarbabu has gone through all the steps and is now seventy years old. What he feared and wanted to do for him, he thinks, to really do in his life. Done, or actually happened. At this point in his life, he first realized what a real urgent need was. • Criticizing the child is useless. Because the child will sometimes cry, sometimes laugh, play, like everyone else, will do everything. So Samarbabu heard from his mother, father, he had been stubborn since the time he learned to walk, any doll, book, pencil, or any food item, he had to give it once he wanted. Otherwise, he would have made everyone's head hurt by crying. And as a teenager, he was so stubborn that he didn't care about his parents. He used to be polite and courteous in front of his neighbors. He used to start quarreling while playing. And the teachers never did their homework properly. He felt that it would be better if he did not go to school. And even when he went to school, there would be fights while playing at tiffin time, and from these incidents, other parents would complain about his misbehavior. And Samarbabu's youth is absolutely turbulent, naughty, reckless, like the surging waves of the sea. It's better if you can scratch everyone. Even if such a title comes in his life, he does not give importance to it. Then the football, cricket, Hadudu, swimming, wrestling, fighting, and stubbornness were involved in his life in such a purposeless way that he somehow passed the secondary. Luckily for him, his father was an employee, and his mother was affectionate, and Samarbabu was capricious, doing whatever he liked. Although the boy did not do any work, the father and mother tried to marry him, but Samarbabu did not agree, so they did not pair up. The father used to be afraid of his son for a while. If he scolded or ruled too much, or said too much about living, studying, if he ran away from home, or had an accident, or misbehaved with his mother or father, all these fears were there. To put it more, his wife meant it would have been difficult to handle Samarbabu's mother. So he kept quiet. You know there is nothing to do at this age. Then Samarbabu had a quality. He never told his father he wanted his money, did business or learn some technical skills, or bought a motorbike, all of which he had no interest in. Yes, two sets of blue jeans, three or four nice cotton flower sleeve shirts, and shoes, goggles in the eyes, a watch in hand, and a bicycle, all these he got from his father. You have to look at him when you walk down the street with a long pale face, a wide belt around your waist. Then there was never cigarette, bidi, alcohol or any other intoxication or abuse of girls. Gossip, stories, rumors, everything was going on in the neighborhood rock, but I was not in the habit of buying anything outside the shop. If someone ever offered tea, of course he would not say no. But he used to say straight away, I don't have a penny in my pocket, so I can't feed anyone. Mother sometimes hid and paid, but did not want to take it. Sometimes he used to take his mother in a loving manner. Then there was no habit of spending in vain. Time goes by like time. His day also passed. But the rhythm has slowed down a bit, because both father and mother have died. A portion of my father's pension money, and all the money my father had deposited, and the house, are all there. Then his father's death was over fifty years old. After two years, my father died and my mother died. There was no contact with any relatives. Because they are all far away. But there was sincerity in the way he would extend a helping hand in any way he could to the neighbors, no matter what the problem was. Samarbabu lives on the fourth floor, his neighbors on the other three floors. He always had his own strategy of dealing with them. He would never say such a thing to anyone so as not to offend him. But Samarbabu's youth is no more. Now that time has passed, he is depressed in his old age. How much has changed in his neighbors. His mother, like his father, is no longer alive as some of the elderly. Those who are the same age as Samarbabu are also old now. Again those who were younger are now young women. Life is like this. But he was a little too worried that day. Because life alone. Not exactly what happens when. Yet he keeps telling neighbors. Sometimes he knocks on her door. Needless to say, maybe you will breathe your last in the room. Then no one will know, it will be too late when you know. The corpses will no longer be fresh. However, with the help of Somen and Du, a neighbor, Samarbabu survived the journey. Seeing Somen still reminds me of his youth. Lying in a hospital bed, Samarbabu realized today that one to two, growing up, building a beautiful relationship from one country to another, a strong bond of mutual cooperation, awakens a sense of humanity, so how important it is to build a relationship with one's neighbor. The Lord of that awakened human feeling in this moment, his living God. Thinking about all this, he was barely climbing the stairs to the second floor. Then he turned his head and fell down the stairs. Somen lives on the second floor. Now studying in college. As soon as he left the house, seeing Samarbabu in that condition, he shouted at everyone, immediately with two more, one of them, went out, called an ambulance, absolutely to the hospital. Samarbabu's head is injured. His hands, legs, back, are torn. A lot of blood came out. Yet fortunately the bones of his body were not broken. When he died, everything went wrong, but there was more danger if he became a paralyzed person and went to bed.

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