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He Didn't Forget Bodhisattwa Parekh “Where are we going?” "To hell" I understand that Tom is getting angree. So I remain silent and follow him. Tom told me yesterday to come with him. He told me, "You are only person whom I believe most. So I request you to come with me at night adventure." I agreed to come with him. But... Where are we going now? Let see, what happens next. I decided to follow the Tom silently. *** After half of an hour, Tom stopped before a Cemetery. I asked him, "Why do you come here at night?" "What is the date today." "This is not my answer, Tom" " Yes, it is answer." Tom asked me again, "What is the date today?" "23rd" "Yeah, in this day my grandfather sacrificed his life for the sake of the national interest." He stopped for a few moments then told me, " Even his family members forgot that day! But I can't." He took with him a bunch of Roses. He gave it with a deep respect. Words:171 Prompt ▼ |
Think Positive Bodhisattwa Parekh “Don’t be silly.”, Rosy told me. "How?" "Frustration can't give you solution." "True", I agreed, "But I can't find any way.* Rosy told me firmly, " There must be a way." " Can't you assist me to find that way?" "I must assist you." She stopped for a moment. Then told me, "But you have to find the way first." "My brain doesn't work." "It is just due to your anxiety.", she told me, " keep your patience, first. Everything will be alright." "Yeah, I am getting nervous." "Don't afraid," Rosy told me again, " Failure may be the pillar of success. So, find your mistakes first and repeat those again." *** After three hours attempt, I find them. Write those down in my notebook. I promised to Rosy, " Don't repeat these mistakes again." Rosy reckoned, " You would be successful this time." Words: 143 Prompt ▼ |
The Story of That Hounted House Bodhisattwa Parekh In my childhood, I resided in an urban area. It provided almost all facilities like our megacity, Kolkata. When I was going to school, there was a big palace. It was built over 450 years ago. It stood still after many long years. It became a haunted house.There was a myth. The landlord of that house was killed by a sudden attack. It was over 250 years ago. He walked in the palace every night. None could live there since then. The myth was that the landlord killed everybody. So, it became a haunted house. Prompt ▼ |
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