Naeem Mridha
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The Mad Lover
In the quiet, dusty town of Chandipur, life moved at its own slow rhythm. People knew each other by name, and gossip traveled faster than the monsoon winds. Amid the shopkeepers, farmers, and schoolteachers, there was one boy everyone talked about—Arin.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in Fiction
One Day’s Encounter, A Lifetime Memory
It was one of those late-winter mornings in Dhaka when the air still clung to the cold but the sun tried its best to convince you otherwise. I remember standing at the arrival gate of the airport, my fingers twitching nervously around the coffee cup I hadn’t really been drinking from.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in Education
Enjoy My Life
I’ve never had a fancy life. No golden spoons or shiny things. Just muddy village paths, the scent of wet soil, and a heart full of restless dreams. I grew up in a quiet village where even the wind seemed to whisper old stories. My family didn’t have much. Our little house leaned a bit when it rained too hard, but it was home.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in Education
Five Years. No Goodbye. Just a Letter and a Little Girl at My Door.
It was a rainy evening, the kind where everything feels suspended in time. She stood at the edge of the balcony, her face lit only by the soft glow of the streetlamp. She looked at me—calm, certain—and said,
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in History
The River’s Song
In a quiet corner of Bangladesh, where the Padma River bends gracefully through fields of golden rice and waving jute, there lived a boy named Ayaan. His world was simple—lush green fields, songs of boatmen echoing at dawn, and the endless chatter of village life. But in that simplicity, there was a depth that only those who grew up near the river truly understood.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in History
The Dance of Light and Shadow
There’s an old house on the edge of our village, tucked away where the forest begins. Most people don’t talk about it much, except in whispers and warnings. They call it the “House of Echoes.” Some say they’ve heard laughter drifting through its broken windows at night. Others claim shadows move inside even when no one’s there.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in History
The Silent Climb: A Human Story of Real Success
In the heart of India’s coal belt, in a small mining town named Jharia, lived a boy named Arjun. The air there was thick with coal dust, and the sky often seemed a shade darker. People toiled beneath the earth to keep the lights on in cities they would never see. Life was not easy — especially not for a boy like Arjun, who dared to dream.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in Education
Learning How to Love
Ayan never really got love. Not in the way people talked about it. He saw friends fall for each other like dominoes, watched characters in films stare into each other’s eyes and just know. But for him? Love felt like a song in a language he didn’t understand. Something just out of reach, even when it stood right in front of him.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in History
Devdas – A Story of Love, Silence, and Too Much Waiting
They grew up together—Devdas and Paro. Same village. Same old mango tree. Same afternoon storms. From the moment they could walk, they were side by side. He used to tease her. She used to chase him with a stick. And yet, whenever he was hurt, it was Paro who cried first.
By Naeem Mridha8 months ago in History
