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The whispering banyan tree.
Within the heart of a calm town in West Bengal stood an enormous, old banyan tree. Its roots turned just like the fingers of overlooked mammoths, coming into the soil and sky. The villagers called it “Boroboro Gachh,” and they accepted it had a soul.For eras, individuals whispered stories almost to the tree. A few said it ensured the town. Others claimed it tuned in. But no one had ever demonstrated anything—until Arman arrived.Arman was not a villager. He was a 22-year-old college understudy from Kolkata, examining old stories. When he first heard of the banyan tree, he thought it would be just another town myth. But something about the way the ancient postmaster talked of it caught his interest.“It talks when the moon is full,” the postmaster had said, his eyes cloudy with age. “But not in words. In whispers.”Charmed, Arman pressed his sacks and traveled to the town. The individuals were inviting but cautious. They told him stories of how the tree had spared lives amid surges, how it shined faintly on certain evenings, and how feathered creatures never settled in its branches—but none would go close to it after sunset.Arman giggled it off. “Superstition,” he said to himself. But deep down, he wasn't beyond any doubt.That night, beneath a full moon, Arman set up camp close the tree. He brought a scratchpad, a voice recorder, and his camera. The villagers cautioned him once more, but he waved them off considerately.Midnight arrived. Crickets sang. The wind moved delicately. The tree stood silent—just a tree.But then… the discussion changed.It wasn't colder, but heavier. As in the event that the world was holding its breath. Arman looked up. The moonlight sparkled on the roots. And after that, exceptionally faintly, he listened to it:“Arman…”He solidified.It was a whisper. Delicate. Like wind passing through ancient leaves—but clearer.“Who's there?” he inquired, checking the obscurity.No answer.He checked his recorder. It was still running. He rewound some seconds and played it back.“Arman…”“Why have you come?”His heart dashed. The voice was there. But no one was around.Swallowing his fear, he sat back down and whispered, “I need to know your story.”Hush.Then:“Listen.” Over the following few hours, Arman listened to pieces of a tale—fragmented whispers carried by the wind. A story of a lady named Meera, who had once lived within the town centuries back. A healer, a kind soul. But amid a starvation, she was faulted for awful good fortune and blamed for witchcraft. The villagers, frantic and frightened, tied her to the banyan tree and cleared out of there.She passed on beneath the moon, shattered.The tree, fed by her blood, took in her torment. And her soul.Since at that point, Meera's soul had whispered to those who listened—not for exact retribution, but for recognition.“They overlooked me,” the tree whispered. “But I keep in mind them all.”Arman sat still, overpowered by distress he couldn't clarify. He saw flashes in his mind—of Meera's life, her thoughtfulness, and her passing. And the centuries of hush that followed.When first light drew closer, the whispers faded. The weight within the discussion lifted.The tree stood still once more.Arman didn't take off from the town. He remained for a week, tuning in each night, learning more about approximately Meera. He composed everything down. His recorder filled with ghostly, whispering voices. But the villagers refused to tune in.“They'll think you're mad,” the postmaster cautioned.“I don't care,” Arman answered. “The world ought to know.”When he returned to Kolkata, Arman distributed a paper titled “Whispers of the Forgotten.” It picked up consideration from teachers, history specialists, and otherworldly searchers. Numerous people rejected it as fiction. A few accepted. But Arman didn't care. He had listened to the truth.He returned to the town once a year, always on the night of the total moon. He sat beneath the banyan tree, not anxious, and tuned in to Meera's voice.One year, he brought blossoms.“I keep you in mind,” he whispered, putting them at the base of the tree.The branches overhung gently—though the wind was still.And from deep inside the roots, a whisper came:“Thank you.”
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in History
Lyrid Meteor Shower 2025: Best Places
The Lyrid meteor shower is one of the oldest known meteor showers, with records dating back over 2,700 years. Astronomers can expect to see between 10 and 20 meteors per hour under ideal conditions during this celestial spectacle in 2025, which is expected to peak around April 21 and 22. If you're eager to witness this dazzling display, here’s everything you need to know about the best viewing locations and tips for maximizing your experience.
By Z'rox Nøør9 months ago in History
Biography of the Prophet (PBUH) at a Glance
Why should we read the Sirat? Humans are naturally very imitative. From the moment of birth, a child imitates his parents. When he grows up, he imitates his playmate or friend. When he grows up, he imitates a person of his choice in the path of life. This imitation and imitation, a person carries his nature from the moment of birth. Now the question is, is there really such a person? Who can be an example for people to follow. Yes, there is. He is our beloved Prophet Hazrat Muhammad (PBUH). Allah the Almighty says, And indeed, you are of great character. (Surah 24 An-Nur, verse 56). It is stated in the Hadith Sharif, narrated by Hazrat Anas (RA), who said, The Prophet (PBUH) said, "None of you will truly believe until I am more beloved to him than his father, his children and all of mankind." (Bukhari Sharif).
By Md Abu Daud9 months ago in History
The Enigma of China’s Debt Crisis — Explained
China’s Debt Crisis Made Simple: What’s Going On and Why It Matters China, one of the world’s biggest economies, is dealing with a serious problem — a massive debt crisis. While the word “debt” might sound boring or confusing, this issue is a big deal. It affects everyday people in China and could even shake up the global economy.
By Abjol Hussain Laskar10 months ago in History
Khalid ibn al-Walid: The Sword of Allah
Introduction Khalid ibn al-Walid ibn al-Mughira, also known as Saifullah (the Sword of Allah), is one of the most celebrated military figures in Islamic history. Born into the powerful Quraysh tribe of Mecca, Khalid began as an enemy of Islam but later became one of its fiercest defenders. His unmatched record on the battlefield, strategic brilliance, and loyalty to the cause of Islam earned him enduring respect not only among Muslims but also among historians and military strategists across the world.
By Muhammad Sohail10 months ago in History
ChatGPT’s Rising Costs and Viral Politeness Myth: Why Sam Altman Says It’s All Worth It
The Myth About ChatGPT's Rising Prices and Viral Politeness: Why Sam Altman Claims That It's All Worth It On the internet, there has been a surprising claim that users keep saying "please" and "thank you" and that OpenAI's ChatGPT is spending "tens of millions of dollars" on it. While humorous and clearly exaggerated, the viral statement taps into a very real issue—ChatGPT is getting expensive. Additionally, OpenAI CEO Sam Altman has stated that he is willing to pay that cost. Let’s separate fact from fiction and dive into the real financial stakes behind one of the most popular AI tools on the planet.
By Md Shahadat Hossain10 months ago in History
Google’s Digital Ad Monopoly Declared Illegal: What the Landmark Ruling Means for the Tech Giant and the Internet
The Landmark Decision Declares Google's Digital Ad Monopoly Illegal: What It Means for the Internet and the Tech Giant In a major blow to one of the world’s most powerful companies, a U.S. federal judge has ruled that Google operates illegal advertising monopolies that have “substantially harmed” customers, competitors, and the online advertising market as a whole. One of the most significant antitrust rulings against a technology company in recent history is this one.
By Md Shahadat Hossain10 months ago in History
Returning Without Questions
Returning Without Questions They came a little closer to me one odd evening, I recall. Despite its simplicity, the relationship had an odd depth. There was a kind of connection between them that spoke before words, the language of their eyes—even when they were silent in front of each other, they understood each other. However, despite being by each other's side, there are times in life when people move on. There came a time when the two of them moved far away from each other.
By Arshad Ali10 months ago in History
Hatshepsut's Revenge
Chapter One: The Beginning of Revenge The grand hall of the king's palace was filled with sorrow and hushed whispers. Hatshepsut, the heir to the Egyptian throne, sat beside the body of her late father, the king, trying to conceal her inner turmoil behind a mask of royal grief. She wasn’t just grieving; she was increasingly anxious about the future of her reign following her father’s death.
By mohamed elsayed10 months ago in History
JULY REVOLUTION IN BANGLADESH (2024)
This article is about the combined timeline of the quota reform and anti-government movements. For the quota reform movement, see 2024 Bangladesh quota reform movement. For the anti-government phase, see Non-cooperation movement (2024). For other uses, see July Revolution (disambiguation).
By Md. Shihab10 months ago in History
