নূতন প্রাণ দাও, প্রাণসখা, আজি সুপ্রভাতে ।।
বিষাদ সব করো দূর নবীন আনন্দে,
প্রাচীন রজনী নাশো নূতন উষালোকে
Give new life on this auspicious morning.
Remove all the depression with delight,
Eliminate old nights with new at day-break.
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নূতন প্রাণ দাও, প্রাণসখা, আজি সুপ্রভাতে ।।
বিষাদ সব করো দূর নবীন আনন্দে,
প্রাচীন রজনী নাশো নূতন উষালোকে
Give new life on this auspicious morning.
Remove all the depression with delight,
Eliminate old nights with new at day-break.
…………………………:)
What’s your travel style? Are you an itinerary and schedule driven,needing to have every step mapped out in advance or are you content to arrive without a plan and let happenstance be your guide?
I travel to the places I know and I do depend on an itinerary and schedule, I fly by air and I have to book early, have a schedule and an itinerary to keep track of when I am supposed to depart and arrive.
I either book a hotel room where I’d stay for the week or let my friend know when I’d be arriving so they can meet us at the airport.
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Today is a free writing day.Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing don’t stop. No self-editing,no trash talking, and no second-guessing : just go. Bonus points if you tackle the idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.
Four-hundred words one at a time Go.
I spend hours thinking how my childhood could have been if it was not cut short by my father’s passing. I know we’d live in the same house, we had to my father was working and we’d need a place to live. We lived in an ideal place at least my memory of childhood tells me so.
A large house, a race course nearby to walk and watch the horse race, the jockeys trying hard to win it for their owners. It was wonderful to watch, then we’d walk further to see if there were other things that would catch our fancy, oh yes, one after the other life was showing us the beauty of the place we lived.
Then the worst happened Dad was with us no longer. We moved to a far away place we knew nothing about. The people sold vegetables ,fish, chicken from door to door. While I watched and complained to mom that the potatoes were too tiny and the onions were unattractive, mom would laugh and say the reason is the soil, the weather and things like that.
I’m not sure she convinced me but I know I did not like the place so I picked everything negative about it. We started growing up all the while thinking Dad would come back because he cannot leave us forever.
Then big brother was married, he changed, he did not love us anymore. He was always angry with us. I was terribly scared of him and stayed quiet thinking if I say anything he’d hit me. At the same time wondered would he have changed so much if Dad was alive, my mind said, no . Dad certainly would not let him do so.
I wished we’d be the happy family we once were, but things did not let us be happy. Mom was constantly worried about money, she had to spend as little as possible to save some of it.
I finished high school, went to college, I did not like how the boys used to tease me. I managed to get admission in a girls college, to avoid getting teased everyday, it was awful.
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