Clouds call in Monsoon, rain comes. And winter is a stranger to me. Saffron Saffron sunny warm humid weather is like "Oak" to a nature man. Don't understand what he means, I don't know either. If I get a little permission, I want to bring out the postmortem report of "Oak" and create excitement in the city and village. I have been interested in everything exceptional since birth. Like this, the common man will go to the shop and say, brother, give the good stuff. Even if the shopkeeper cheats him with normal, he will not understand. And there I go and say if there is any normal stuff, show him. It's not that I can't afford it. The modern way of bringing out authentic stuff. When you ask, the shopkeeper will hear you say "Ok sir". Yes is used here as an indicator. If you think about it a little harder, another exceptional person of the opposite religion like me has to approach it. His main characteristic was to hide himself. When a person goes into hiding, he cannot be seen and cannot be found, but he had an amazing talent inside him. You will see the tone of his voice, but you will not be able to identify him. What was fun to hear?In the beginning, I was also surprised with the hope of new discoveries as the interest increases day by day. It was my childhood wish to be enrolled in the team of scientists by straightening the dog's tail. I thought it would be easier to bring forward this new creative talent. But my plan did not succeed. That stone. Stronger than that, even if the stone is broken, his mind cannot be broken. I can't hear anything except him in speech. I thought I will try to learn other words. He is very interested in learning. Because I told him that you have become inevitable in my classroom to learn new words. His answer was "Ok". From morning to afternoon, from noon to night, there is no trace of him. Don't mince words. He said "Ok". I thought maybe he will go to Sudra. I waited like this again. But he didn't come. I made an excuse to meet again, I called him and he replied, "OK". I said "Ok". Then suddenly one day I lost track of that stranger. I don't remember anything about him. Neighbors come and say, he's crazy! My answer is "OK".
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The sun is visible on the eastern horizon. That's when I wake up. Then I sit on the balcony with a brush in my hand. Maybe not many people feel the touch of the cool morning air. I don't just feel the wind, I look very closely. I love the sound of chirping birds. They kept shouting that it might be morning. But we no longer understand the language of birds, we can only guess. One morning I woke up and was sitting at the door. Then suddenly this shalik bird flew and sat on my feet. I think it has been following me for a long time. A boy sits alone in the morning feeling the cool air full of solitude. He might have come to mingle with me. But I couldn't keep up with him. He might want to say why are you alone? What is your problem? Can I be your friend? Shalik bird doubted many questions. Leaving the question in my mind, he flew back to his destination. All day I thought only of him. Why did he come to my feet without sitting anywhere else? He came to me confidently because he knew I would not harm him. He was never willing to sacrifice his own life if harmed. We all know "It is easy to harm others, but it is difficult to injure yourself." Anyway, Allah knows best why the bird came, and this stupid bird. But it can be said that the bird has taught some real life lessons. In today's society, boys and girls are indulging in liking each other. But what do they like to see? Why waste time? Why give other's wife his precious time? Why did he go back to study? Why suffer for him? He chooses to commit suicide when he leaves? The boys and girls of this young society do not know the answer to these. "They show love to cultivate, this is how the people of the society live. If he goes away, I will take the other's hand and forget him too". This dirty competition will continue. Where will the end be?? The answer is not known. Because the Shalik bird has also returned to his home. Where his proper place is. In this way, some people come as guests in our life and leave again. People do not know what they really need in life! 💐
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Awesome piece