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The bangali girl urge to post pics like her but I don't click pictures.. She is so pretty my goodness.. (She lost a little weight, tell me the secret please.✨✨) you lovely didibhai🦋🦋🦋. You are really beautiful!! Like wow!! 🦋🍂

कैसे तू गुनगुनाए, मुस्कुराए

छोटी-मोटी बातों पे मुँह फुलाए

ये नज़ाकत, मेरी आदत पास मुझे लाए

नादानियाँ, नादानियाँ

खींचें मुझे नादानियाँ

नादानियाँ, नादानियाँ

पागल करे तेरी हर अदा

Rain in Delhi! Its raining in Calcutta as well!

Your page is really nice. Its gives a calmness to the whole body. The feeling when the first drop of rain falls on our body, that type of calmness. The feeling when we read a book in the library and the sound of people talking that type of calmness. When we have our favorite food and we release that type of calmness. When listen to "Tum Ho" by Mohit Chauhan and the most beautiful part of the song plays, that type of calmnes. When we finish our homework or assignment, we go the bathroom and turn on the shower and the cold water falls in our body, that type of calmness. 🦋🍂🐚🌻🛺🎡📜☕

Its really very soothing.. So soothing makes me want to have a cup of coffee and to drown in your tumblr page.

@amar-hiyar-majhe you are an absolute cutie for this. I don't exactly have words to respond to this and I had always thought I had a way with the words. Not this time tho. You made my day. I thought Delhi rain was soothing but your message tops Delhi rain too 🥺🤌🌻

Dear bangalis abar jege otho!!! Khadyo Prem hoyejak goppo......

Aloor Dum er "trikon prem"

Aloor Dum er Khichurir proti je prem ashofhol roye jawar karon seh lebi (thuri) labra ke prem nibedon korle boshlo..

Accha apnarai bolun oii bhetkano labra ar sathe Khichuri ke ki manaye apni bolun.. Khichuri ar aloor dum eta holo ekta ideal couple taaaa naaa Khichuri prem patra pathalo labra ke.. Isshhh. Anyways sobh mene niye egiye jete hobe..

Ebar pordaye elo LUCHI

Luchi toh Aloor Dum ke dekhe ekebare preme habudubu. Mane ekebare "maar gonga jhilik jhilik" situation. Luchi gelo tar didi Porotar kacche jigesh korte je seh jodi aloor dum ke date e jaye tahole kemon hobe. Porota didi sposto jobab e na boledo ebong etao bollo je moyeda maa boleche aloor dum er sathe luchir status match korena. Date e jodi jetei hoye tahole kashmiri aloor dum er sathe jete hobe..

Aloor dum toh aloor dum e hoyeeee... Kashmiri fhashmiri esobh chinina baba.. Aloor dum er moto kopal amaro.. Anyways golpe fhire ashi.. Mon mora hoye oikhane dariye kadte thake aloor dum. Etotai kadchilo je shunte pacchilona je oke keu ekta daakche..

Raage obhimane ghure takiye dekhe Korayishutir Kochuri.. Korayishutir Kochuri toh aloor dum ke dekhe ekebare matal..

Kintu ebar ki hobe? Hobe ki korayishutir kochuri ar Aloor dum er prem? Jante hole chokh rakun..

Amra shigrohi phire ashbo golpo niye.. Nomoshkar..

Tagging bangalisss

@intellectual6666 @enigma-the-mysterious @aahanna @kaalboisakhi @arjokonya @inmyworldblr @choppedphilosopherharmony @misti31 ei kota bangali ache ig!!

পরিনীতা সিনেমার একটা সিন আছে, যেখানে শুভশ্রী বলে,'আমায় ভালোবাসলে না কেন বাবাইদা?আমাকে ভালোবাসলেতো আজ জীবনটা অন্য রকম হতো!'

আমার আরেকটা পছন্দের মুভি আছে Forrest Gump(1994) যেখানে জেনি কে গাম্প জিজ্ঞেস করে 'Why don't you love me, Jenny?I am not a smart man,but I know what love is.'

-কি অসম্ভব মন ভার করা দুটো লাইন।আমরা সবাই হয়তো কাউকে না কাউকে এইটা জিজ্ঞাসা করতে চাই যে-আমায় কেন ভালোবাসলে না?কিন্তু আমরা কেউই জিজ্ঞেস করতে পারিনা।কাউকেই জিজ্ঞাসা করা যায়না।কারণ শুনতে রূঢ় হলেও এটাই সত্যি যে-

'Unfortunately, People have the rights to decline your love no matter how pure your intention are! You are not what they want.'

Its hard to accept the reality when the person was never yours..

Drink coffee, then walk for 1hr, overthink for sometime, think about the pros and cons like what my life would be if I stop making me feel bad and what my life would be if I make me feel bad..

Ask this to yourself, look in the mirror and say:+

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

I AM SO UPSET I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY EVERYDAY

I AM SO OBSESSED WITH HIM BUT HE AVOIDS ME

LIKE A PLAGUE

YOU KNOW YOUR GOOD WHEN YOU CAN EVEN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

I really really really want to kill my feelings. It's hurting me. But I just cannot. I cannot, till I'm alive. Every inch of me is getting hurt but still I'm letting it burn bright inside me. Maybe it making me glow while perishing everything within.

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 🫂💙

আসলে ভালোবাসা দেখতে না পেলে কক্ষনোই বলতে পারতাম না ভালোবাসা সুন্দর।

হয়ত শুধু আমারই জন্য ভালোবাসা পৃথিবীর সবচেয়ে জঘন্য জিনিস।।।

" দূর হতে আমি তারে সাধিব

গোপনে বিরহডোরে বাঁধিব." — This line♡

She will never be the same as she used to be!.

Heeramandi (2024)

Tabu, Life of Pi, 2012.

i love being desi <3

My mother says, "Child, no one likes a mad woman".

But mother, did no one like you too?

or did you swallow your madness, choke on it for years after years

to make them like you?

"Write it down", they say.

"Turn your pain into poetry".

But its not just pain, mother.

It is rage too.

A tempest trapped in my chest.

The pages burn to ashes whenever I put a pen to test.

I try to be a poet.

but I am not a poet mother,

I am a woman.

I want to fly and soar

But they clip my wings down.

So I scream and shout

But they tell me I am mad and muffle my cries.

I water down my painful rage

But I keep choking on it.

"Child, no one likes a mad woman", my mother says again.

I know mother, I know.

So I remain silent

like a simmering volcano.

But the day I rise, there will be ashes

No one will like me then.

No one will be left to like me then.

- P

If death has a flavor, it will still be less bitter Than the day you left me, a shadowed quitter. In the shadow of sorrow, where memories linger, I trace the outline of loss with a trembling finger.

In your absence, the world lost its sheen, A dull, gray canvas where color had been. Birds that once sang now silently grieve, Echoing the sorrow that you’ve made me believe.

The sun fades to grey, in a sky full of tears, Each droplet a whisper of our vanished years. Your absence, a wound that time cannot heal, A sorrow so deep, it seems almost unreal.

Each moment without you is a teardrop's fall, A silent whisper through an empty hall. The scent of loss lingers in the air, A fragrance of memories, too heavy to bear.

The taste of despair, a dark, bitter wine, Pales next to the anguish that is wholly mine. For in every heartbeat, a void echoes clear, A reminder that you are no longer near.

I wander through our memories, faded and torn, Clinging to remnants, by time worn. Your laughter, a ghost in the quiet night, Haunts my dreams, a spectral light.

Yet in dreams, you return, like a soft, fleeting song, Bringing a moment of peace where I feel I belong. But morning arrives, and the sweetness is gone, Leaving me empty, as I face the dawn.

The morning light, once a gentle gold, Turned harsh and cold as the tale unfolds. If death has a flavor, it's sweet in its rest, Compared to the ache lodged deep in my chest.

If death has a flavor, it’s a taste I won't fear, For it's gentler by far than your absence, my dear. Until then, I endure, with a heart that is shattered, Knowing no taste could be more bitter than what mattered.

If death has a flavor, a final sting, It pales in the shadow of your leaving’s ring. For death is a promise of a closing door, But you left me stranded, yearning for more.

Bitter is the taste of unspoken goodbyes, Of empty arms and unanswered cries. If death has a flavor, it’s a fleeting breath, But your departure is a living death.

-Varsha

Writers are dangerous.

They can make you love something you hate and hate something you love.They have the power to change your perspective about anything.

Sylvia Plath

I loved how the video transits from cold colours to bright colours!!

Aranyer Din Ratri (1970) dir. Satyajit Ray

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.

How it started...

How we dreamt...

How (i)t ended up...

We can't be friends (wait for your love) - Ariana Grande

What if?!

What if i meet you again? or we meet again? Maybe on a gloomy day you are travelling in a bus and i get up and we see each other and suppose i don't recognize you, will you come to me and say "hey! umm- how are you? Are you able to recall me?"

or

what if i see you roaming around with your friends during Durga Pujo and i pass by and we make eye contact? will you stop and come to me saying, "long time no see? how are you?"

or

what if we crash into each other and our belongings fall from our hands and we help each other pick them up? will you look into my eyes are say, "are you by any chance, hiya?"

or

what if we are watching a movie in the same theatre sitting beside each other unaware of our presence and when the lights turn on during the interval you see me and i don't? will you call me?

or

you will just do nothing? will you just look at me and move away? will you just pass with your friends? will you just pick up my belongings and go away? or you will just look and me and ignore?

i don't know!

to crave a person's presence and energy instead of only there body is the purest form of intimacy one can have..

Today, as I was browsing YouTube, I stumbled upon a video uploaded by SVF clips featuring scenes from the Bengali movie "Villain." Intrigued by the snippets, I promptly logged into Hoichoi to watch the full film.

However, the experience turned out to be quite disappointing. The storyline, plot, music, and dialogues were all incredibly cringeworthy. I find myself regretting my decision to watch it.

It makes me wonder why the Bengali film industry seems preoccupied with producing such films. Movies like "Bindass," "Herogiri," and others of their ilk — are they even worthy of being called movies?

I forgot to add the beautiful lyrics of the song present in the movie "chokhe legeche dhoya tor angul choyar nesha legeche bedon (ki egulo???) nei thik thikana bhule giye bahana, sudhu thote thot khujbe norom, doze doze doze chade pyaar ki yeh doze"

I'm feeling deeply unsettled at the moment. Once a year, Koushik Ganguly and Srijit Mukherji return with their thought-provoking films, which truly stand out as gems. I find myself longing for the era of Satyajit Ray and Rituparno Ghosh, whose films defined Bangla cinema.

Ajke ei tuku, pore ashchi ekta chotto biroti niye songe thakun shusto thakun.

My biggest fear is attachment.

Getting attached to temporary people.

Waking up one day and finding that they aren’t here anymore.

Spending all my time on things that aren’t destined to be mine.

Putting all my energy and passion into goals and dreams that aren’t meant to be.

I fear that i spend too much time walking in the wrong destination.

I fear the heartbreak.

What does a women want ?!

Women are always known or praised for beauty. For example, your hair is so beautiful, you have a mesmerizing body, your smile is pretty, you fingers are so slim, and what not. However we women are never praised for our intelligence, confidence, observation, patience, organizing ability. We never hear these compliments from anyone.

We women want respect and such mesmerizing praises from everyone even from the one we love. The world has unrealistic expectations from women. I will not mention the list of expectations because this is known to everyone.

To all the men and boys out here, respect the girl or women you love. I know you do but still praise her when she succeeds and support her even at her worst because being physical is the not the true sign of love, staying beside her when she needs you the most, wishing her the best and being happy in her success is the true sign of love and that love stays forever. Just don't keep her as "show off parody".

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okay!! thanks a lottttt for calling me wonderful!! you are wonderful ultra pro max!!!

AAO MILO SILO SAALO KACCHA DHAGA RACE LAGALO then starts the legendary bengali remix!!!!!

KI AAM LANGRA AAM, KI LANGRA MANUSH LANGRA, KI MANUSH BON MANUSH, KI BON KOCHU BON, KI KOCHU MAAN KOCHU, KI MAAN BORDHAMAN, KI BORDHO CHUP KORTOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

I think I have lost a bit part of myself somewhere that I won't get back ever again...

There's this old game people play in Bengal called "Kumin Danga"

I love playing that game.. but I have no one to play with :(

My peers in school were to ashamed to play it, because it was childish and according to school wasn't a "sport" so we were never given the chance to play

Now where do I find people to play Kumin Danga? Answer is I won't. This game will juat extinct some day, because kids this days obviously don't know about it..

And I'll be left with this unfulfilled qish to play that game...

@foreignink

EDIT: Same with Kana Machhi.. I love playing that too, but where do I play? With whom do I play?