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This is not a pleasant play
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Posted:Mar 20, 2025 3:23 am
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2025 9:40 am 63813 Views
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Pleasant, a play this is not
You and I from dawn to dusk
Through each and every day
Many a time, the light went out
Thundered in a stormy night
This cradle of worldly life
Rocked by doubt and dilemma
Time and again ran amok
A deluge breaking through dams
Arose on days of despair
A plaintive wail all around
O terrible One
In times of woe and of joy
It is this that my heart realized
Much is the pain in your love
Not a trace of neglect.
English Translation of Bengali Tagore's song "Noy A Modhur Khela".
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Today in full moon all have gone
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Posted:Mar 12, 2025 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2025 9:22 pm 64820 Views
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Today in full moon all have gone
Gone have they to the woods
In this delirious breeze of spring
I will not go, not go
I will remain in my room
Alone in solitude
I will stay in my own corner
I will not go, not go
In this delirious breeze of spring
With tender care
I will tidy my room
I will remain awake
Who knows when He will come
If He does remember
In this delirious breeze of spring
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Boshonto eshe geche (The Spring has arrived)
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Posted:Feb 21, 2025 9:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2025 5:31 am 69947 Views
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Ah! Today, in spring, many flowers bloom.
Many flutes play, and many birds sing.
A tender flower, her heart,
Withers away, unattended.
Why draw near? Smile for no reason?
The one who came close
No longer wishes to approach.
Those who are joyful remain in joy.
Joyous spring, may it end in joy.
May the tears of a woebegone woman
Not be seen.
Though they look, they do not see.
Though they know, they do not understand.
They do not even look back.
It is spring now here in my homeland. I love spring. In Bengali, Spring is known as "Boshonto". It is the last of the six Bengali seasons. It will continue till mid-April. If you read the English translation of the song posted above, you will understand why we love this season so much. If you want to listen to the original Bengali version of the song, you may go to the net and look for " Aha, A Boshonte."
This is a Tagore song.
Photo: Joyful Bangladeshi women are celebrating the Pahela Falgun festival in Dhaka, Bangladesh, marking the First Day of Spring.
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Image of a Winter Morning in Dhaka
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Posted:Jan 31, 2025 11:36 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2025 5:19 pm 80038 Views
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Dhaka, the city where I currently live, is enveloped in a misty embrace each winter morning. This year’s winter is no different from last year’s. The fog transforms Dhaka into a magical wonderland every morning, cloaking the city in the enchanting haze of winter once again. We will continue to enjoy the season of jackets and layered clothing until the arrival of spring—the undisputed king of new beginnings in my homeland—in the next fortnight. Below is a photo taken by Shahrear Kabir Heemel on a winter morning, showcasing a tree-lined street in Dhaka and allowing everyone to appreciate the vibrant colors and hues of winter.
I hope the site will continue to feature my blog as usual.
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The End of an Era!
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Posted:Jan 22, 2025 10:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2025 1:51 am 77301 Views
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Lilium said rightly that shutting down the SFF site should be considered the end of an era. I see no reason to disagree with her. I know that “every ending paves, the way for new beginnings. ………Letting go of what was and embracing what will be. This is not the end; it's just a shift in our journey”.
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Perhaps it was not a dream!!
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Posted:Jan 6, 2025 4:15 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2025 3:27 am 81187 Views
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A story that has been told and retold.
I found myself heading somewhere—maybe to a nearby place—when suddenly I heard your voice calling out, "Fimuuuuuuuuur!"
I looked around and saw you sitting in the driver's seat of a green and grey car parked a little way off. Feeling embarrassed because I was wearing shorts, I decided to hide but continued to gaze at you from a distance as you called my name again, louder this time.
As I was reluctant to approach you wearing shorts, I stayed hidden while watching you. I responded, letting you know that I would be there soon.
Turning to head back home, I felt compelled to look back at you in that green and grey car. You were still looking in my direction. However, this time, I noticed someone in white sitting beside you. The person appeared to be a woman draped in a shawl, or maybe it was a saree. I couldn't be sure. Perhaps I was mistaken, there was no one beside you at all.
As I walked home, I wondered aloud, "Did I see a woman in white with you in the car? If so, I shouldn’t return to you after changing into the trousers.
I strolled down the newly asphalted road, frequently glancing back. You had not stopped calling for me or taking your eyes off me. Eventually, I reached the top of the road that led to a high ground before beginning to descend. That’s when I noticed the onrushing floodwater and heard your voice fading until it was gone.
I turned back to look for you when a voice told me, "Do not worry. I shall take you home!"
Was it you who took me home last night? If not, why did I feel your warmth lingering when I woke up early next morning?
Happy Reading!
Source: Mails from Fimour
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To Fimour, who made me cry!
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Posted:Dec 29, 2024 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2025 6:33 am 82830 Views
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You made me cry
With unbearable touch of your love
Intense agony of my doting heart
Stirs up my emotion.
You made me cry.
To meet you beloved
I will go where no one has gone before
To meet you beloved
The rocky trail leading to your place
Will hurt my bare feet.
You made me cry.
My soul is filled with adoring melody
Tears are rolling down from my eyes
Sweetness of tormenting passion
Left me mystified
I know my dear, you will rob all of me
Yet you won't let me free
I am bonded with your love
I am enslaved in your charm
You made me cry.
I am sharing this English translation of the Bengali song written by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore once more for my lost love, Fimour, to read and reflect upon. During my time as a passionate globetrotter, I searched for Fimour in vain all over the world. I wish you a long and prosperous life wherever you are, Fimour. Stay safe and be happy.
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Greetings
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Posted:Dec 25, 2024 7:40 am
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2025 5:35 am 85289 Views
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Merry Christmas 2024 and Happy New Year 2025 to everyone on this site. I will remember you all until I begin my final journey toward eternity! Take care and stay safe.
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An Innovative Greengrocer
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Posted:Nov 21, 2024 4:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2025 8:43 am 89023 Views
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The photo below features a unique vegetable shop located on a tall tree trunk by the roadside of a small town in my home country. This shop, known as Super Shop, caters to shoppers who prefer to buy fresh vegetables daily. The owner, an elderly man, has spent most of his life abroad. The tree itself is over one hundred years old and has a substantial diameter.
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