When Zean woke up he found himself on his বিছানা and everyone busy as usual. One of his best buddy Benjamin popularly known as Ben came to him and sat near Zean saying “you were so tired that আপনি slept on the floor. Whats wrong with you?” “No, nothing.. I am alright.” He spoke this in such a hurry that could make anyone surprised. Ben looked at his eyes which were filled of confusion, Ben ব্যক্ত “ ohk…if there is any problem just call me,, I am going I trust you..”. Ben stood and before leaving he looked back saying “ I really trust you”. This time Zean was unable to classify if this was Ben’s real trust অথবা his suspense. After Ben went out he looked at Zeal as if it was the only one who understands him.
The past covered his eyes and he হারিয়ে গেছে into his BAD MEMORIES.
He saw the দিন which was clear and the sun shining brightly, but actually it was dull for his fate. He found a small boy gazing at a big mansion and with only one thing in his hands His Zeal.
“ no no no that’s past and I don’t remember anything” “ my memories are buried and if not then time and money and my work load will bury it one day” “ no I never recalled my past for 11 years and now so sudden I am dreaming about that” “ I lived my life made my path for light and still I am making path for light….no darkness is allowed to enter in that” “ it is not my mansion…. It is not” “ its not of my business… I am not related to it… even if it’s my past….then also I am not……” “ ITS PAST AND THERE IS NO CONNECTION IN MY PAST AND PRESENT…”
These were the words Zean continued thinking till his mind gave up all energy that he regained and he at last fainted…..
The past covered his eyes and he হারিয়ে গেছে into his BAD MEMORIES.
He saw the দিন which was clear and the sun shining brightly, but actually it was dull for his fate. He found a small boy gazing at a big mansion and with only one thing in his hands His Zeal.
“ no no no that’s past and I don’t remember anything” “ my memories are buried and if not then time and money and my work load will bury it one day” “ no I never recalled my past for 11 years and now so sudden I am dreaming about that” “ I lived my life made my path for light and still I am making path for light….no darkness is allowed to enter in that” “ it is not my mansion…. It is not” “ its not of my business… I am not related to it… even if it’s my past….then also I am not……” “ ITS PAST AND THERE IS NO CONNECTION IN MY PAST AND PRESENT…”
These were the words Zean continued thinking till his mind gave up all energy that he regained and he at last fainted…..
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, আপনি should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
Here I spread the রঙ of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want আপনি to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between অথবা I'll blow আপনি up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want আপনি to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between অথবা I'll blow আপনি up with flames of fire
