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উচৰ্গা: An ode to beauty
আমি ক’ত আছিলোঁ থকা নথকাৰ নীৰৱ সন্মোহনত আমি নাছিলোঁ ক্ৰমে উজ্বল হৈ উঠা আকাশৰ প্ৰথম তৰাটো মই দেখিলো ধুই দিয়া সাজযোৰ সামৰাৰ দৰে বিয়লিপৰত আমাকো সামৰি আনি সযতনে দিনটো নৈ খনৰ বুকুত সোমাই পৰা দেখিলো কাক উচৰ্গা কৰিছিলোঁ কালৈ বা উত্সৰ্গিত হৈছিলোঁ অন্তহীন সৃষ্টিৰ শ্বাশ্বত গৰ্ভজাত আৰু এটা দিনলে বিদায় জনাইছিলোঁ এক সুদূৰৰ আলিঙ্গনেৰে চৰাইবোৰে…
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Allegory of a window
Through the glass, dimly, they appeared like a repeated motion film… The bitch gave birth to four puppies. Gender unknown; they all looked alike, except for a swop of brown, black and waxen shades and some flesh between the four. The dog who fathered them stayed closer and played with them. On some early mornings,…
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Forrest Gump: Who’s Stupid?
Forrest Gump is not a novelty anymore, as it had been during its time. The 1990s were pretty much new to advanced film editing techniques and hence a film like Forrest Gump could win over the audience. Such a movie is likely to go unnoticed today. It faced its share of criticisms during its time,…
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waterfalls as potential alternative sources of sources of hydro-electricity in north-east india
It was during my college trip to Mawlynnong, a village at the Indo-Bangladesh border when I was exposed to the magnificence of another natural resource of Northeast India, besides the mighty Brahmaputra River, its tributaries, tropical forests, fossil fuel reserves and tea gardens. And these were the waterfalls. Even if I had my share of…
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the white spirit
It was mid-morning. The realization that all the bridges have been burnt, except for creation’s, crawls out of an uncompromised living; of accrued guilt over not-working; of confusion over the authenticity of the guilt. The wind carried the world’s sadness and the music the call of the world. There was no loneliness. Only absences. There…
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