Amar-hiyar-majhe - ~লাবণ্য~

hii! amio বাঙালি! nice to meet you :D

hiii! Nice to meet you too!! Would love to interact with you!! ✨💗 anek bhalobashaaa!

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.

I think I have to start practicing dance in order to improve myself and stay out worthless distractions..

I still remember I used to dance in my terrace and my neighbours used watch and say "minu, tor naach dekhle amader bikel bela ta khub bhalo bhabe kete jaye re, ekta shanti ashe mone"

The tinkling of my ghunghur and payel makes me satisfied... Will have to start again...

✨🍂

Maa er "golla golla chokh" when I say ami ajke porbona, then I open my books to study and while studying if the voice got a little low, maa from rannaghor "jore jore por nahole kintu belan er bari khabi". This is the secret of bengali kids for scoring good marks.

what pinterest and youtube calls "secret study tips" desi kids learnt at the unripe age of 8 and has owned it ever since as a part of their routine

ছুঁয়ে দিলে মন-বিনা বেজে ওঠে যে

দে ভিজিয়ে শুধু যেন আঁখি না ভেজে,

জানিনা কিভাবে তোকে বলি এ আমি

কত রাগই থেকে যাবে হয়ে বেনামী।

মরমিয়া মন, মানেনা এখন

কেন সে বাওয়ারা,

রং মেশায় দিন রাতে

এ দু’চোখেরই দরিয়াতে,

কে আর তুই ছাড়া ....

লাগে না, লাগে না

আজ জিয়া তুই ছাড়া,

🛺🦢📃🌼🥥🪔🎡🐚

I don't know why but I am very much envious of the recent class 9 and 10 students who read "Julius Caesar" and in class 11 and 12 they will study "Macbeth" (This is the current pro forma of ICSE and ISC English)

Now my story, in class 9 and 10 our batch read Merchant of Venice and in class 11 we had Macbeth, so as usual in class 12 we will continue with Macbeth.

Questions may arise like "Why are you envious?". My answer to that question is, Julius Caesar and Macbeth are similar. Even in one of the Acts of Macbeth, Mark Anthony and Caesar were referred. The ones who are studying Julius Caesar will have no problem in understanding the plot of Macbeth because both are same..

I am jealous of you Juniors. (I have never found any problem but we could get something to discuss if we had a little knowledge about Julius Caesar like Torko And Jukti to be specific, like we could have organized a debate in these topics where one would glorify Macbeth and another one Julius Caesar)

Hello everyone.. I had to pen down these thoughts which kept lingering in my mind for past three or four hours! Like, what has happened to tumblr?? People are being so cheap here!

(Nothing has happened with me but with one of my mutuals..)

My profile is not for controversial items or stuffs but these hypocrites are taking a hectic test of my patience...

People are here for sexting, wanting nudes, playing a "sasta shark tank" investment game with artists who are working day and night to make themselves survive in a country which includes structural and involuntary unemployment...

The ones who have invested themselves into movies, art, creation, books, music, dance and etc., are made fun of and they are even fooled. These unworthy hypocrites are taking the rightful use of their innocence...

I feel so sorry for those who suffer these things.. You all are purely unworthy of these things...

I have never defamed anyone here on Tumblr, if I have ever done anything, then I feel that I have done the right thing.. because Tumblr is not for the one's who are into sexual stuffs.. Please visit the pornography websites and enjoy yourselves but please... donot with the one's who are here to show their creative sides..

This is an earnest request and please @staff look after the people who are wearing the mask of positivity but are conman and pure hypocrites... They require immense therapy.. I repeat.. THEY. REQUIRE. IMMENSE. THERAPY.

No pun intended...

I am sorry... really sorry...

Tagging the one's who needs to be aware..💗✨

@itihaasisick @intellectual6666 @anarkali-disco-chali @emartirabdi @enigma-the-mysterious @choppedphilosopherharmony @arjokonna @zakhmpemarham @thecaffeinatedresearcher @amritaaaa5 @inmyworldblr @alhad-si-simran @alhad-maharani @embersariya @shyam-kariya @shrouded-mystery30 @shadowseductress @moonhymnss

Dancing has its own set of emotion. When we dance alone, grooving in our own mismatched beats, hitting the edge of our mind with those sways, reaching the highest place in the universe while our body moves in a strange rhythm.

But, dancing with someone. Feeling the vibration of their body, connecting with ones mind while holding their hand and they slowly move their hand on our waist. One pull towards each other to feel the perfume and the need for each other. Moving our feet in the same motion. No, there's no need to be the best dancer there that night, it's all about feeling the dance run through your veins. Loving the tingling sensation it gives you. The urge which tells you to dance more and more till you satisfy all the Gods and goddesses. The love you feel for that one person grabbing your waist, making you feel the cold silver ring on your bare skin. The art of dance. The love for it.

Silly me , expecting too much from people again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again……………........

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..