Thank Youu!!

Where are u sweetheart

Honey.. My exams were going on and I was busy with studies and was also into depression.. So yeahhh now I am fine.. Ekdommmmm jhakassss nandduuu

Someday, I want to be committed to someone who has mature plans for our future together.

Not just a fling, not just for fun, but a serious relationship.

I don’t want to waste my years over and over again with someone who was only good in the beginning. 🖤

there are some days when you have nothing to write about, nothing to talk about. Just you sitting quietly, listening to music, doing pending assignments and other stuffs.

You just don't have much to say. All you say is "fine" , "thik ache" , "accha" , "na korbona" etc.

To be honest, the above mentioned things are the most boring side of us, where we are just being "we" or "us". And we honestly cherish those boring side of us which others don't. And Its better to be fine with that.

Listening to this gives me comfort...

Todays budget is so-so.

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The man whom you are seeing.. This man is my inspiration for writing blogs, listening to Bengali music, reading bengali books, being yourself, to cherish the bangaliyana I have within myself, perfect Bengali pronounciation and what not...

ANIRBAN BHATTACHARYA (the surname which I carry too, but I am not related to him XD) the man who is the BANGLA INDUSTRY RIGHT NOW..

His movies, productions, music directions are amazing.. He is amazing.. I have always wanted to right a blog about him because I can write hundreds of words when it comes to him, but everything vanishes when I hold my pen..

He makes me laugh, he makes me cry and he makes me die..... After exiting from tumblr all I will do is study and watch his movies.. He is so amazing..📜✨

Anirban, anirban, anirban...

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Cycling 🚴🏻

The most relaxing but the most body storming work. I love cycling. I wanna drive a Harley Davidson but my height is short so my leg won't reach the ground if I get into a harley. I wanna drive a THAR as well (not dreaming of mercedes or ferrari because I don't have or don't want soooo much in my life, just a simple four wheeler which will be driven by me, will work). To brief things out, I don't wanna be a passenger, I wanna be the driver. I want to be solely depended to myself because no one is going to save me when I will fight my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my mistakes and so on.

I was in class 10th when I learned how to ride a bicycle. Within 7days Iearned the whole stuff. Less than one year I went for a long but short drive with my cycle. Just me and my cycle. My mom wants to make me self-depended before being independent. She makes me do my works all by myself.

I was in class 9th when my father tried to make me learn how to ride a bicycle. In first try I failed. Practically I fell down from my cycle and he scolded me. The next day, same scenario and he gave me two tight slaps as well as gave me a good beating and (to be specific) on the road in front of random public. One random aunty came up and told my father, "at one go, no one can do anything, even you failed in things on your first try". Coming back home I cried a lot and that day was the end of my cycling. Then again in class 10th my mother hired an aunty to make me learn cycle and I learned.

Now I take my cycle everywhere except school. My father takes me to school in his Royal Enfield. In future I will ride that bike. Damn I got chills with the thoughts of it.

Playlist:-

Watched "Piku" years ago and I can still see myself, sitting at the same place, smiling uncontrollably, cheeks aching at this one scene.

Holding a torch, Piku asked "Irritate kar rahi hun?"

And Rana, while fixing some wires, calmly says "Meri tolerance bahut achi hai."

Gitanjali-71

By Rabindranath Thakur

(Translation: According to me)

“This is your enchanting illusion

In the glow of your light,

I will paint the world with vibrant shadows,

Each hue a whisper of my love,

Each stroke a promise of devotion.

You, ever elusive,

Draw me in with your soft, melodic tones,

A siren’s call that beckons my heart,

You are the muse, the woman

Who has captured my soul,

Like a gentle breeze that stirs the deepest waters.

In the distance, a song of longing rings out,

A melody that echoes through the universe,

How many colors of laughter dance in the air?

How much hope and fear entwine

In the delicate fabric of our dreams?

Each wave that rises and falls,

Each heartbeat that breaks,

Carries the weight of our unspoken love,

A bittersweet reminder of what we share.

This is your secret hideaway,

A refuge where shadows embrace,

If you choose to retreat,

Wrap yourself in the warmth of your own light,

With the artistry of your soul,

Draw a thousand pictures of us,

Each one a testament to our journey.

As you sit with grace,

Let nothing be perfectly straight,

For in the gentle curves of our story,

There lies the sweetness of honey,

A reminder that love,

In all its beautiful imperfections,

Is the greatest masterpiece of all.

In every moment, I find you

A dream that makes my heart swell,

A love that makes me feel alive.”

"Not all men" — enough already. It's always men trying to make everything about them. It's not about you; it's about women. Stop assuming the world revolves around you. When a woman says "all men," try to understand what might have led her to say that instead of immediately jumping to "not all men."