Literary Colonel
Playing with words, plying with dreams.
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You gave me an egg like hope and today I have only its remnants as the bird is flying in the sky.
You grow when you start competing yourself.
It's up to you, you want to fertilize your dreams or not.
Be the voice, not the echo.
শেকলের ফাঁকে সেক্যুলার হব? পেছনে ফিরে তাকিয়ে দেখি, আজও স্বাধীনতা হাসছে।
Love is not an emotion which changes accordingly. It is like breathing. If you want to live, you have to breathe.
The little girl said, "Ma, I want to know what is above the clouds." Her mother said, "When you will become a pilot, you can see it yourself. Then come and tell me. Okay?" The girl got confused and said, "I want to be a bird, ma..."
They told him to get out. Some years later, they came at his doorsteps and asked, "May I come in?"
He uttered, "I want to spread my words. I want to be heard. I need someone to understand my thoughts." Story Mirror whispered in his ears... To be continued...
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