(1)“Not in poetry, not in the body of the river, Nira Glasses-open face washed with rainwater bring it closer Neera, you come be Neera!""If you post your own works, he likes to hear and see them again and again. Last night's posted voice over now has 9.5k views, four hundred shares! React is also growing by leaps and bounds. The amount of haha-react has decreased a lot since before. Less and less reduced to ten... Prashanti's smile played on his lips. Now he peeked in the comment box. 'Awesome Grandpa' ' Your words touch the heart... How can you?' 'How long have you not read your writing, when will you come again...'How much more! Grandpa! That call still hasn't left. How many do not address at all. Although the comments are touchy, he thinks that the comments are very carefully written avoiding the address. I saw my profile pic once. It's been a month and a half, no change. Need to change. think in mind The picture was taken wearing the yellow saree of mother's college life. Her favorite unruly curly hair falls over her shoulders, past her eyes. Dark kajal in the eyes. This picture of him is very dear. Therefore, it was not possible to make changes.Now look at the clock. Ten o'clock is fast approaching. He left the phone and went in front of the mirror. Ready after churidar. Now applied a little cream on the face and took off the kajal. Put it thickly on the eyes. The kajal thing is very dear to him. Priya says, “Believe me, your eyes are very jealous if you don't see them. What a beautiful thing to say!” Khayeri eyeballs, thick eyelids, dark kajal, his own eyes look like those rainy afternoon clouds.— What the hell! Come eat Abhi...He was startled by his mother's call. Just a small black tip between the eyebrows. The skin of the forehead was wrinkled, the crease between the eyebrows was irritated. — Oh mother! How many times have I told you to stop calling me Abhi, you can't stop it in this one and a half years! The mobile was lying on the bed in the room, the screen was still on, a Facebook profile, name- Ananya Sikdar (Anu). In the place of the nickname, Abhi...(2)- Mother... Why don't you call me Anu? — Hey dad, I've been calling you by that name since you were born. Either or like this... What's the point, Babi, you stay with me or Abhi! — If I was born as a girl, why should I name my mother Abhi? Maitreyi cannot give any answer to his son's words. She and her husband raised the boy with great love. He wanted every moment of his life, that the boy should not have any lack. May you be able to meet all the needs of the boy... Although not high class, there was no shortage in God's blessings. Everything was going well. Since the boy was girly from a young age, he had to hear a little talk from the surrounding. However, the family of the three was good. But everything has changed in the last four years.Abhi just finished college and got a job in a private firm. His twenty-second birthday wishes are in progress. Birthday in two days. Her parents celebrate Ananya's birthday every year in style. Some relatives and friends of the house together, there is quite a get together. And every time his father asks his son, "Tell me what do you want for your birthday?" Ananya's father does not agree to give Utpatang gift. According to him, he will give what the son needs. Service was no exception. After returning from office, he went to his son's room and asked that one question. And Abhi was waiting for him. He informed his father about the accumulated demand.Abhi's mother, Maitreyi, was watching TV in the outer room. He heard a sudden shout, "I made you this by studying? Listen to what your son is saying! There is no need to save the father's honor!"He ran. What happened to be speaking in such an angry tone! As he entered his son's house, he heard, — Look Maitreyi, your son will now be a girl. I taught him to learn these things. All my life I have given food to my mouth with blood to sprinkle ink on my face like this?Maitreyi still did not understand what he was saying! Means to be a girl? Looking at the boy, see the boy's eyes determination! — A...what happened? I don't understand anything. What did you say to your father?— I will srs.He stopped for a moment. S.R. He knows the meaning of S. That means the boy will change sex! At first did not understand, what should he do anger! Or surprised. From a young age, his son had a lot of femininity. All the boys used to enjoy such games like cricket-football-toys. Although he played cricket, his attraction was dolls; Toy bowl with cousin. Although at that time no one got anything to give importance to these things. can play His voice was also soft. Many friends and relatives were whispering and laughing. At first he thought it would be fine if he grew up. But, he might not have thought that such a thing would happen.

"Put your umbrella away please." The words reached Akash's ears like water waves. Turning his head to look at the source of the words, a tsunami hit his chest. A lightly rain-slicked ponytail sways slightly, a mole under her lip sitting serenely. Deer-like eyes focused on the sky.  "Please, don't put it away. I can't find a place to put it."  "Hmm." Akash couldn't say anything more than that because of his fascination. He removed his black umbrella and replaced it with a red flower print umbrella on pink.   Rajesh sir is teaching. Sir, the day he explained something new, he completely immersed himself in chemistry while teaching. He explains so beautifully that the students also listen very attentively. Due to his teaching skills, everyone is eager to get admission in his coaching but the difficulty is that sir does not teach more than ten people in a batch. He thinks that if there is too much crowd, he will not be able to pay equal attention to everyone, so everyone will not get a chance. It's a matter of first come first served. Ten people have been in this batch of Akashs since last year. No one has even left school, so how did this girl get in just seven months before the HS exam! After that, Sir's niece Shaun also falls in their batch along with ten of them. In their batch, the best children of different schools of the city study, so Sir Shaun is taught along with them. Shaun himself, however, is very good at studies. There are already eleven people in this batch, why did sir suddenly take this new girl? As far as Akash knows sir never breaks his rules no matter how good a student he gets. So who is this girl? Of course, Akash was not harmed when this girl came, only the left side of the chest is doing a little. Akash doesn't remember seeing the girl anywhere before. "Say if anyone has any problems." Sir said after explaining. Some are asking questions. The sky remained silent because today's half-fallen clouds seemed to fly past the sky's ears.  "Is there a problem in the sky?"  "No, sir." Akash said to himself, "There is a problem but you can't be told that."Akash quickly took out the bicycle but to no avail. The family came to take the girl. He got on the bike. With a sigh, Akash took the bicycle and went out of the gate. Shaun talks to Deepti outside the gate. The sky stopped a little. Akash called as Deepti left, "Listen to this Shaun." "What?"  "Don't you study biology under Suman sir's coaching?" "Hmm. That's nothing new. You know that." "Yes, I know, I mean, would you give me a note on botany? It's very necessary." Amata says the sky. In fact, the Shaon girl is so stubborn and temperamental that Akash is really afraid of her. He has a good friendship with Akash, but Akash's chest trembles when he talks to him. Shawn frowned and narrowed his eyes at the sky, "The girl's name is Neelima. Her PC studied from home. She came home after high school. She used to study chemistry with someone at home for a long time, but she got such great marks in the eleventh exam that her father came and made a special request to Kaku. He has been admitted. And yes, his cousin is not the OC of the local police station. The call came from there too, so you can say that my cousin was forced to take him." Akash yawned and looked at Shawn's face. "Flies will enter your mouth. Close your mouth. You have got your notes, now get on your bicycle and go home." "No I mean notes..." Shawn turned around with his hands on his waist. He tilted his head up and down and rolled his eyes and said in a husky voice, "I want your notes! I read with Suman sir and you read with his brother Sudeep sir. Everyone knows both brothers give the same notes and I want your Suman sir's notes! I will always have the courage to speak the truth. I know very well how much you read today. I told you what I wanted to know in my heart. Now it's time."  "Hmm." Akash quickly got on the bicycle. Can't stay in front of this girl. The next day it is raining lightly. Akash did not want to wear raincoat. A fair of colorful umbrellas on Sir's balcony.  "I'm removing my umbrella, you leave it there." Neelima said with a sweet smile. Oof, that smile pierced the sky like an arrow. From then on Rajesh sir's balcony was often decorated with a black umbrella next to the red flower print pink umbrella. Any other umbrella would have mistakenly sat next to the red flower print, but the black umbrella would have moved it to its rightful place. Akash started helping the most backward student of this batch with various notes out of sympathy. Usually peers address themselves as Tui Tokari but Neelima addresses everyone as Tui. Everyone else calls her Tui without honoring Neelima, but Akash is very aware of these things. He also addresses Neelima as you. One day, Shawn sat down in front of everyone and said, "We are much bigger than you, right? Why do you call us like that?" Akash thought to himself, "What's wrong with that?"

(1)“Not in poetry, not in the body of the river, Nira Glasses-open face washed with rainwater bring it closer Neera, you come be Neera!""If you post your own works, he likes to hear and see them again and again. Last night's posted voice over now has 9.5k views, four hundred shares! React is also growing by leaps and bounds. The amount of haha-react has decreased a lot since before. Less and less reduced to ten... Prashanti's smile played on his lips. Now he peeked in the comment box. 'Awesome Grandpa' ' Your words touch the heart... How can you?' 'How long have you not read your writing, when will you come again...'How much more! Grandpa! That call still hasn't left. How many do not address at all. Although the comments are touchy, he thinks that the comments are very carefully written avoiding the address. I saw my profile pic once. It's been a month and a half, no change. Need to change. think in mind The picture was taken wearing the yellow saree of mother's college life. Her favorite unruly curly hair falls over her shoulders, past her eyes. Dark kajal in the eyes. This picture of him is very dear. Therefore, it was not possible to make changes.Now look at the clock. Ten o'clock is fast approaching. He left the phone and went in front of the mirror. Ready after churidar. Now applied a little cream on the face and took off the kajal. Put it thickly on the eyes. The kajal thing is very dear to him. Priya says, “Believe me, your eyes are very jealous if you don't see them. What a beautiful thing to say!” Khayeri eyeballs, thick eyelids, dark kajal, his own eyes look like those rainy afternoon clouds.— What the hell! Come eat Abhi...He was startled by his mother's call. Just a small black tip between the eyebrows. The skin of the forehead was wrinkled, the crease between the eyebrows was irritated. — Oh mother! How many times have I told you to stop calling me Abhi, you can't stop it in this one and a half years! The mobile was lying on the bed in the room, the screen was still on, a Facebook profile, name- Ananya Sikdar (Anu). In the place of the nickname, Abhi...(2)- Mother... Why don't you call me Anu? — Hey dad, I've been calling you by that name since you were born. Either or like this... What's the point, Babi, you stay with me or Abhi! — If I was born as a girl, why should I name my mother Abhi? Maitreyi cannot give any answer to his son's words. She and her husband raised the boy with great love. He wanted every moment of his life, that the boy should not have any lack. May you be able to meet all the needs of the boy... Although not high class, there was no shortage in God's blessings. Everything was going well. Since the boy was girly from a young age, he had to hear a little talk from the surrounding. However, the family of the three was good. But everything has changed in the last four years.Abhi just finished college and got a job in a private firm. His twenty-second birthday wishes are in progress. Birthday in two days. Her parents celebrate Ananya's birthday every year in style. Some relatives and friends of the house together, there is quite a get together. And every time his father asks his son, "Tell me what do you want for your birthday?" Ananya's father does not agree to give Utpatang gift. According to him, he will give what the son needs. Service was no exception. After returning from office, he went to his son's room and asked that one question. And Abhi was waiting for him. He informed his father about the accumulated demand.Abhi's mother, Maitreyi, was watching TV in the outer room. He heard a sudden shout, "I made you this by studying? Listen to what your son is saying! There is no need to save the father's honor!"He ran. What happened to be speaking in such an angry tone! As he entered his son's house, he heard, — Look Maitreyi, your son will now be a girl. I taught him to learn these things. All my life I have given food to my mouth with blood to sprinkle ink on my face like this?Maitreyi still did not understand what he was saying! Means to be a girl? Looking at the boy, see the boy's eyes determination! — A...what happened? I don't understand anything. What did you say to your father?— I will srs.He stopped for a moment. S.R. He knows the meaning of S. That means the boy will change sex! At first did not understand, what should he do anger! Or surprised. From a young age, his son had a lot of femininity. All the boys used to enjoy such games like cricket-football-toys. Although he played cricket, his attraction was dolls; Toy bowl with cousin. Although at that time no one got anything to give importance to these things. can play His voice was also soft. Many friends and relatives were whispering and laughing. At first he thought it would be fine if he grew up. But, he might not have thought that such a thing would happen.

Sometimes the question arises in the mind why this Maya is so stupid?Pazi has a limit! But there is no limit to this number.Words are empty rule....!And this girl is my mother's girlfriend's daughter! His mother died when he was two years old. My mother brought him to our house! Since then we have been at home! And her name is Nusrat. Nusrat is three years younger than me but you tell me! And my mother considers her own property! And mother loves him more than me.—-What are you going to do...? (Nusrat)—-to die….! Shall I go? (I)—– No, if I die so soon, you will become a badass! Because mother does not tell you anything! So what I have to say! (Nusrat)—- Got it! Now I go? (I)- Am I holding you back?But if I knew what to do, I wouldn't have to judge my mother..! (Nusrat)—— can understand! Sir, if you say it directly, you can't let it go. (I)——This is Good Boy! There is no need to go outside to hang out with those silly polapai...! (Nusrat)- God knows what is on the forehead of your groom! (I)——I don't have to worry about my husband. Think about yourself! (Nusrat)—— What allowed me to think about mine?Who was supposed to meet someone today! But you watered everything down…….. (I)——–Diet…. I know your thoughts! Your thoughts are just chasing after those frivolous girls... (Nusrat)I had to stay at home upset! A witch will turn her nose to all my work….In the afternoon, mom comes and says you have to go to the market with Nusrat! She has a headache, so bring her some light medicine and do some shopping. Tomorrow the guest will come...The witch should be taken to the bazaar...——Does your headache subside or do you need medicine? (I)—– Do you know what you are going to buy today? (Nusrat)——No…..! (I)——Tomorrow the boy's side will come to see me…. (Nusrat)I felt a pain in my chest, followed by a smile —–Well, I can't burn anymore! Burn your groom... (I)—-I really turn you on a lot....? (Nusrat)I could not speak anymore and quickly returned home after shopping. The next day the boy's side came to see Nusrat. After seeing their Nusrat, they liked it...!They left asking for a date to talk, after which Nusrat came and appeared in front of me! After that I got a blow on my cheek and a loud noise in my ear….I understand that I am eating char and this is given by Nusrat.Why did you kill me? (me with hand on cheek)- A donkey! (Nusrat with tears in her eyes)That's why it went!I saw it after going up to the roof in the afternoon. Nusrat is crying sitting on a corner of the roof...- What is Kadis why? Why did you make me cry myself again?- Because I love you! (Ragi Nusrat)—– Do you ever tell me? (I)—– Donkey…! Girls ever say? You know I love you! You could have asked (Abhimani Nusrat)- I could! But I did not say in fear! If you give justice to my mother! (I)- Will you marry me? (Maya Makha Nusrat)—– I can if you say….——Marry me...! (Abujh Nusrat)—- Is it possible not to propose to him in reality?

To be very honest with you, a woman who is not a noble woman and who does not talk through her radiance, is not a woman. The greatest decoration a woman can have is nobility. She should not only look noble, she should live nobly. Nobility is a virtue and it is a living virtue. Some people think if they know manners, can talk mannerly, and act and pretend to be noble, they are noble. No, nobility is character in a woman. A noble woman will give birth to noble environments. A noble woman will give birth to nobility in all areas of life.The sign of nobility is that it has a deep effect in relationship with any person one comes across. They say nobility is a virtue which affects every soul. It is a virtue which affects every soul just as innocence affects every heart. Woman has only one virtue: she is noble in the beginning and noble until her death. People do hanky-panky along the way, thus they pollute their virtue of nobility. If nobility is ever precious to a person, that person will never, ever put himself or herself down the tube for any reason, for any argument, concept, thought, or feeling whatsoever. Because nobility is like a mirror; once a crack is in it, the entire image is distorted. Noble habits, noble language, noble behavior, noble posture, and a noble way of communication are so powerfully impressive that even an enemy’s heart can be melted.The soul is always noble. When the mind relates to the soul, the mind becomes noble. When the body relates to such a mind, the body becomes noble. Nobility is the outcome of divinity in equilibrium.Nobility is the foundation of every grace. Somebody once asked, “Define a noble person.” The definition came and the answer was: “Noble is noble in the beginning, in the end, and remains noble through time and space, beyond and within. There is no area which is left. Nobility is a virtue; it is a fountain from which grace springs.”Nobility is cultivated only when one consciously relates to one’s spirit and flow of the soul and one feels the total divinity within. It is a manifestation of divinity. Nobility takes one away from temptation, anger, lust, greed, unvirtuous and unrighteous living. It gives one a qualifying factor to impress everybody without impressing. That is the beauty of nobility. The way one talks, walks, sees, deals, serves, and gets served is a total sum of one’s living behavior. There is a tremendous flow of spirit in a noble person. A noble person is a very powerful individual.Everyone must remember that there are certain characteristics of a noble person, a noble woman. A noble person is noble through all time and space. A noble person is constant and consistent whatever the time and space. Some people behave differently with rich relatives as compared to poor relatives. That is not nobility. Nobility teaches one equality before God. So under any circumstances, one can find a noble person through their constant behavior which is absolute in equilibrium through all pressures and all shortcomings. That is one great sign. Constant continuity of equilibrium of any kind of behavior is the first sign of a noble person. A noble person is one who will not barter, who is not even tempted to barter, the values of character for benefit. Noble people are those who will not forget the presence of God within a person. And most importantly a noble person is a dedicated person, like the Infinity of God. God is Infinity. There is no shortcut, and people who try to shortcut will always end up adopting ignoble ways and means. It requires an infinite endurance to live within the range and the circumstances of one’s nobility.Student question: What can a woman do to protect her nobility during social and political changes?Reply: In social and political changes, a woman must understand that whenever a woman becomes power hungry she becomes a monster. The Chinese dragon is a monster. It is a very beautiful view of such women who instead of flowing with the flow of noble tradition, become possessive monsters. I have seen in practical life, a noble mother becoming a possessive monster and ruining the future of her children because of her social, psychological, and personal handicaps. There is nothing more noble than the relationship of the mother, but in that same relationship, she becomes a destructive monster when she becomes possessive. A mother becomes possessive because of her social, economical, and personal handicaps.Nobility has many, many facets and many, many virtues. It can be done in many, many ways. But nobility need not be ordained by the king touching a two-edged sword to your shoulder. All those rituals and things were ceremonial. Basically, nobility is the living character of dignity and divinity in a person. Nobility walks in one as dignity and divinity. We have to be noble because the time is going to test us.Times are going to be very negative. Therefore, it is my humble request and prayer that we must not let go of our devosonal law and nature God.

Pathe Prabasa : Annadashankar Roy:Studycarepublication:-In the world of literature, there are some important, promising new writers they can identify at a glance. I remember reading a story by an anonymous writer published in the Desh newspaper in the sixties, Abu Syed Ayub wrote a letter to Desh . The story was titled 'White Stone Table', authored by Sanjeev Chattopadhyay. Many years ago, another Jahuri made a similar comment in the introduction to Pata Prabase : "When I first read Pata Prabase in Bichitra magazine , I was truly shocked. Not a thousand people can write such mature writings with a pen." This is Jahuri Pramath Chowdhury. In the preface, he says: " I spontaneously wrote the introduction to Pathe Pravase for two reasons. I am naturally happy when I meet a new writer in Bengali. It goes without saying that the one who starts writing is not the new writer. He who can write firstly, and secondly whose There is novelty in writing, that is, a special expression of one's own mind, he is the true new writer."Pathe Pravase was first published in book form in 1931. It has since had many editions, which are a sign of readership. In fact Annadashankar's once popular novels Play with Dolls , Ratna and Srimati or the contemplative essays are almost forgotten now. But the appeal of his rhymes to the modern reader is irresistible, and the journey continues on this literary path .Pathe Pravase was written in 1927-1929. After succeeding in the Indian Civil Service Examination, he spent two years in exile for his apprenticeship. He was twenty-three-twenty-four. Visited England and some European countries outside London during holidays; In his words, 'My eyes have gone out into the orbit like a horse on a horse's back.' Annadashankar saw, felt, analyzed and recorded the experience. Pramath Chowdhury writes: 'His travelogue has become true literature. ... And there can be no doubt that there is a clear identity of a lively mind behind the opinion of this writer.'The vast majority of expat experiences naturally revolve around London and England. And there is the experience of short-term travel to some cities in Switzerland, Paris, Vienna, Germany and Italy. As the picture of the characteristic differences of these places is clear in his lively description, the analysis of the characteristic features of the people of those countries is also thorough. The city of London, in his eyes, is a bigger version of South Calcutta, but the difference is in its cleanliness, orderliness even in the crowd, the unhurried activity of the common people. He has analyzed the English character in various ways. English nineteen, inept in conversation, but keen sense of decency. As his reason, he said: 'The reason for the wonderful unity of England is that the country of England is very narrow and small in length, breadth and height. .... What is called pure provincialism is only possible in islanders and landless islanders. No international movement will survive in England, Christianity will not survive, Socialism will not survive. As the Church of England created its own Christianity, so the Labor Party is creating its own Socialism. Pure nationalism was first possible in England, and in England it will last. The reason for this is natural.'Socialism promises equal opportunities for people. By whatever name it is called, socialism in England is marked by its biased supervision of boarding schools, nursing homes, hospitals, public libraries, etc. The aristocracy is about to disappear, but the influence of the aristocracy permeates society. His observation is: "Itrejna has a penchant for being considered 'respectable', even girls of Jhi-Thakrun's class are ladies at heart." He thinks: 'The public in a democratic country does not allow anyone to be extraordinary. England's democracy is purer than America, France and Russia. That is why a Ford or Anatole France or Lenin is not possible in England.' According to him: 'England prevents revolution by letting it happen little by little every day.' This social revolution was made possible as a result of the spare time enthusiasm of very ordinary people, 'not the full-time work of extraordinary men like Mahatma Gandhi.' He lamented: 'If everyone in our country did a little something - did it every day, then our extraordinary people would not have to spin like a spinning wheel.England colonized India. Annadashankar thinks this is no accident. India and England are antipodes in the world of characters. ... England has rushed to perfect India as the lack of air in one corner of the sky rushes in from another. ... If France had held the hand of India, she would not have been at odds with India, as happened with England. But then India's character would never have got a chance to be fulfilled.'Not only India, England's imperialism took place in many other countries. According to Annadashankar: 'The British have exploited and ruled as many countries as they have..