In this wonderful world, some people are like open books. They want others to know about themselves. All you’ve got to do is to read. And there are these introvert, solitude freak-ish persons who prefer to keep themselves in secret zone.
When it comes to categorize myself, it becomes a bit critical. I am neither an open book nor a locked one. Some pages are full of colors, some are just laying empty. Perhaps, the seemingly empty ones are written with invisible ink, waiting to be discovered someday…
Being another common person with a camera, I too become trendy by taking mirror selfies once in a while. Who doesn’t love to get photographed?
Window, a large movie theater screen with hundreds of films going on in each and every moment. All you need is to discover and watch.
Except for the Prophets, man can’t be completely free goodness or wickedness. Different combination of these basic elements construct the character of a man. But who am I to judge myself?
Righteousness and Wickedness : Balanced.
Taking such photos is a critical habit to leave.
Two months ago,for almost a week, continuous rainfall managed to keep me inside my home. It has been a long monotonous week and the rainfall still continues.
No way of going outside, so, a nightshot of myself was all I can manage.
The light of the sun can be very much comforting during unintentional lonely times. The power of giving hope is strong and virtually everlasting.
“Don’t judge a person by his outlooks and words, judge him by his works.”
This PC was used by my elder brother before he left Bangladesh for his higher studies. Now my Father uses it for general purposes e.g. listening to Al Quran recitations, word processing, checking mails.
Sometimes he becomes emotional for this PC has the touch of his elder son.
As the sun sets, I-you-we take another step towards death.
No matter how hard I try to forget, journey on the Buses of Dhaka city shall remain as a gruesome memory till the end of my days.
If you come here by any chance, take a trip from Azimpur to Rampura. Then let me know whether my words are exaggerated or not.
Tea, the love of my life. The addiction I adore. In fact, I don’t have any other addiction.
In this short earthly life, the list of success-achievements-fame-pride are becoming the driving force. But ultimately all shall be perished. The name might remain, but is it worth to throw away the eternal life for the earthly one?
সবই ক্ষয়ে যাবে, মরে যাবে, পচে যাবে। থেকে যাবে আত্মা, গুমরে গুমরে কেঁদে যাবে – একাকী।