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That trouble is hidden in the trouble file

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Desk Report: Shamsunnahar Nahar Shelley has made her debut as a young popular poetry and short story writer in the southwestern region of Bangladesh. He is the son of Kriti of Tala upazila of Satkhira.

The stories he wrote were published on various online news portals, including Nilakash Barta, and immediately spread through social media.

As a result, in a few days, Shamsunnahar Nahar Shelley came into the net world as a writer. If you don’t read his writing so well, you won’t understand.

Let’s read what the author Shamsunnahar Nahar Shelley is writing.

Short story-

“The wind of Asti is blowing. Sometimes from east to west, sometimes from north to south. And the moving wheel of life is blowing.” I can’t say exactly when the time is. I still remember some of my childhood memories. ”

Unknowingly, a smile comes to the corners of the lips. “Sometimes I dance, sometimes the whole body trembles, the feeling of love awakens in the heart. How beautiful the food was that day when I was a child.

There was no lack of caress, affection, love. There is no talk of governance or I said today. However, I still remember the scenes of my mother’s rule. There is a little bit of mischief, sports, mischief and study all day long.

Unlimited running, mischief, messy hair, small and big toys in hand, how many happy days were shot. I smile a lot today without losing my bond.

If I could get back to those lost days as a child, I would leave everything and play hide and seek in the garden of nature again. What a joy to find the honey rhythm.

 

The light of day informs the moon at night, it is time for some time in silence. The work begins in December of each year, a plan for the new year. At the beginning of the year, almost everything was new, including books, clothes, bags, water pots.

All in all, I would happily go to school. Elementary education ends on a short walk. Then comes the change in life with clothing. Change is the way to go. Although I didn’t get it wrong in my life, I learned to recognize some colors. I reached another step in life.

When it comes to high school, everything seems unfamiliar again. Suddenly caught rules. Lots of books, more time in school, more reading, more breathing levels and much more. That again is called hard breathing. There is something fun. New girlfriend. Fun together, naughty at the same time. Wear similar clothing.

Laughing about small things all the time. Life’s open-ended shots were full of happiness. But accountability continues to flow into this life. ”

Everyone at home has to answer questions. You have to obey the tutor. Crime is a big issue, deviations and many restrictions. I still remember those days.

 

Who will take account of how much I have been beaten in groups for mischief and excess? I can’t say how much I’m listening to for naughtiness.

 

After that, during tiffin, everyone shared food and drink together, it was a lot of fun, today I don’t even get briyani. The shots of that day in the meal are just a memory today.

But inside the chest, the living coy jumps like a fish. I remember everyone took great care of the bags. A few people bought almost the same bag. After school holidays, the idea is that this is our father’s road. Everyone around knows a lot, there is no fear, no frustration.

I crossed the school boundary with a smile. Eyes then risk peeking at the college. And the focus stops on the college file of the elder sister. When will college life come? ”

“Walking in the middle of the mind
Talking to reality
That’s the college’s turn. ”

Yes, the life for which there is so much waiting. Where there is no answer, there is no breathing. There is unbridled life. Sir, Madame has no cane in her hand, no ear, no fire in her eyes. Then I used to do a little bit of mitch strict rules of the school. Because breathing is needed to build life. There is love in the midst of fear. ‘That’s how the college episode ended.’

4 Aslo University Life. What life is like, it cannot be understood without coming to Honors Life. There are more hours involved in this life. There is pain in the corner of the heart, there is laughter-joke and joy in the corner of the lips, there is responsibility in sight. The reality starts here, from the honors that hit life. Here comes the turning point of life. The demand for love of many goes backwards.

Because every hour is spent thinking about others except oneself. Responsibility shots come to life and tied shots remain in the mind. You have to try to build yourself. And someone’s responsibility increases to keep himself straight, to keep his head high. “And master means playing with fire.”

Sometimes he burns himself in that fire and gives light to others, and sometimes he burns all the desires of his life. This is life and reality. “Then began the game of kanamachi called job. Where there are eyes and are blind, again some people say bad luck.” Definitely a time of duty.

Some people impose their responsibilities on others, ‘like me’ ‘and most people spend the rest of their lives carrying the responsibilities of others on their shoulders. Someone serves with money, someone serves with humanity, as “Shelley” goes, I will not talk about this today.

Yes, I am very good at home, family, relatives and everyone. Now spends time with family, children and surroundings. I have spent most of my life. Today I am living for others.

Now life does not seem to be essential to get a lot of wants. Sometimes it seems that there is no need or it is going on. This is how the day is passing.

Today is not the day to go out. Because the way of life is starting to get blocked little by little. Life goes on and on. Illness has taken place in my life or ours.

It’s almost everyone’s life story
Some more and some less,
That indomitable attempt to survive
I can’t find the end of it.

I have carefully guarded many things in this life and I still guard some things very much today. At this stage of life, I want to say, I cherish some advice, some rules and regulations like helpless.

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. I say “trouble file”.

Now I have removed many beautiful ones and arranged the files and reports of the doctors. Because I don’t know when it will be needed. The only companion in the struggle to survive for a loved one today is the “file of this trouble”. Never waited or baina for which.

He thinks of the bullets in the brain. I can’t imagine subtracting someone close. Everyone is constantly fighting to be a little happier. Sometimes with life, sometimes with the mind, I can’t do it today. I stared at my “troublesome file” with a tired, helpless look.

Forgive mistakes will look beautiful.
“Finished”

“Shelley”

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