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Diamond biscuit ,diamond biscuit Jab bhi mood ho kha lo

Diamond biscuit, diamond biscuit healthy swad ko pa lo

Mummy papa jab bhi laate saare bachche khush ho jateee

Diamond biscuit! Diamond biscuit! Healthy swad ko pa looooooooooo

Diamond Biscuit - ab naye coconut flavour mein bhi

Diamond biscuit ~

Tumblr er logo palte gecche!

'মানুষ যখন কারও প্রেমে পড়ে, তখন তার ভালোবাসার মানুষটিকে ঘিরে এক ধরনের প্রবল মুগ্ধতা তৈরি হয়। সেই মুগ্ধতার বেশিরভাগই বিভ্রম। কিন্তু তখন সে তা বুঝতে পারে না। ফলে, তার চরিত্রের অমাবস্যার মতো নিকষ কালো অন্ধকার দিকটাকেও জোছনার স্নিগ্ধ মায়াময় আলো বলে ভ্রম হয়। ওই ভ্রম আর সহজে কাটে না। কিংবা কাটলেও তা বিশ্বাস করতে ইচ্ছে হয় না। মনে হয়, কোথাও না কোথাও নিশ্চয়ই কোনো ভুল হচ্ছে। সেই ভুল কাটে প্রেম ভেঙে গেলে। অবশ্য তখন আবার জোছনার স্নিগ্ধ আলোতেও অশুভ অমাবস্যার অসীম অন্ধকার খুঁজে পাওয়া যায়।'

📚'তোমার জন্য দাঁড়িয়ে ছিলাম বলে'

—সাদাত হোসাইন

Maturity is not seeking revenge. It's healing and moving on, so you don’t become like the people who traumatized you.

আচ্ছা, তোমার কি মতামত- কোনটা বেশি সহজ, কিছু ভেঙে ফেলা নাকি নতুন করে তৈরি করা?

আমার মতে সব থেকে সহজ কাজ হচ্ছে, সব ভেঙে ফেলা ৷

ভাবছো- কেন?

কারণ আমরা সবাই ভিতু ৷ আমরা সব কিছু ভাঙতে ভালোবাসি ৷ ওটা অনেক সহজ..... খাটনি কম ৷

প্রেম

সেই প্রেম, হাতিবাগানের বন্ধ হয়ে যাওয়া, দেওয়ালে নুনের দাগ ধরা পুরোনো সিনেমাহলের মত, যার উই ধরা কোনো একটা সীটে তোমার আমার নাম কম্পাসে খোদাই করে রাখা.... যেটা ভেঙে ফেলার কথা হচ্ছে সরকারি উদ্যোগ নিয়ে... যার সামনের কৃষ্ণচূড়া গাছে বহুদিন ফুল হয়না আর। আচ্ছা, সবাই সবকিছু ভেঙে ফেলতে চায় কেন?

It's unfortunate that some individuals misuse their time by sending harassing messages to newly created accounts. I hope the platform's moderators and developers can implement more effective measures to prevent such behavior and create a safer environment for all users

Seriously.. Get a work..

BEST WOMENS DAY POEM!! NO PUN INTENDED🌻✨

Women are simple

Unka hath pakad lo khud se while crossing the road,

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unko kabhi kabar flowers, jhumke ya payal gift kardo,

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unko pyaar se attention dedo

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unko pichche se surprisingly hug kar do

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Unki roz ki bakbak ko suno

Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai

Shyam writes

I get in the car with him. I’m meeting him in person for the first time and his smile warms my heart. “You said you’ll wear a pullover” he says. “Actually, the pullover got stained”. I look over to him and his eyes are on the road. He looks like a new beginning. Hope blooms shamelessly in my heart. We stop for noodles by the road. It is his favourite spot he mentions. I mentally thank him for sharing a favourite with me. We talk about poetry and he asks me why I like Sylvia Plath so much. I start telling him expecting disinterest to mar his face. But he looks at me like I am a language he wishes to be fluent in. No one has ever looked at me like that. The shopkeeper calls out suddenly, breaking the moment. He goes out to bring the noodles. He hands me my plate and says, “Be careful. it is hot.” and I look at him like he just said ‘I like you’. It is raining outside and we sit in the car in the comfortable silence, eating. The moment feels almost magical. The steam from the noodles clouds the air, blurring the world outside. I look over to him and our eyes meet. My cheeks heat up. “I love the rain”, I say hiding my smitten expression. “Oh me too. It is so romantic”, he agrees. The RJ of the radio agrees too and a romantic tune fills the car. The conversation flows like a river from books to movies to politics to spirituality. He laughs like a kid at my jokes and it takes all of my self control to not reach over and squish his cheeks. He is just so adorable. He feels like the other half of me. The other piece to my puzzle. I let myself hope of us together. But he talks of everything, never us. I plead in my head, “Tell me that you want to meet again. Tell me please, this is just the very first page.” He never does. He drops me at the bus stop. The sinking feeling slowly contaminating the high. “I’ll call you”, he says painting the blue of despair with the yellow of hope. But he never does. He never calls.

JUSTICE IS WHAT WE WANT!!

WHAT IS HAPPENING IN BANGLADESH?

Students of college, universities and even high schools in Bangladesh have taken to the streets in a mass movement named the "Bangla Blockade" demanding the eradication of the quota system. The quota system reserves a massive percentage of the government jobs for specific groups of people. These jobs are earned by sitting for the Bangladesh Civil Service exams.

Effectively, only 46% of the jobs are left to be contested by merit.

The biggest quota sectors are NOT for the disabled, or indigenous people or for women.

THIRTY PERCENT of the jobs are reserved for children and grandchildred of registered freedom fighters.

The police and political wings are using violence on the protesters. Images of armed men beating up women with sticks and rods are going viral. Spread the word. We need more people talking about this.

Link to an Instagram post with information that you can share.

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