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It is a blog where I share my thoughts with you. I try to tell you how Bengal people can write a bit. What is the magic behind it? This is the most important question. These are logically described in this blog post. I hope you will enjoy it very much. |
That Winter Night Silvrn Winter's breath on the windowpane, a canvas of frost, Tiny stars are willing. The vast skies witness everything. Inside, a heaven of worth. A thick, woollen blanket, our universe. Fingers interconnected, seeking solace, Finding it in the gentle press of skin against skin. His breath, a soft cloud near her ear, Her laughter, a peal in the room. The fire is low, definitely using dancing shadows. On the walls, her bright smile curved. Words unspoken, yet understandable. A comfortable silence filled with untold promises. The outside world is fading up, snow falling soft and deep. But here, beneath the blanket, only warmth remains. Lines: 15 |