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I just said something brilliant(I’d like to think) on this microblogging site & the real opinion I was about to share here was lost in the process. It is a grueling task - pumping the brain to paint a picture with words.
I may have to switch to cappuccino.

Somehow everytime … 2

আমি ও আমার পাকস্থলী -

'খেতে নাহি দিব'। হায়, তবু খেতে দিতে হয়, তবু ক্ষুধা পায়।

Somehow everytime … 1

ক্ষুধার রাজ্যে পৃথিবী গদ্যময়
পূর্ণিমার চাঁদ যেন ঝলসানো রুটি

In hungerland world is prosed
Fullmoon resembles a grilled roti

Emotions through literary work.

emengel:

Characters for my narrative class! I wanted to do the Zodiac signs and to make it even more fun for me, I wanted to put them in an apocalypse setting. (I am definitely not a zodiac expert lol I just did some light research.)

>>Second Batch«

I have to share both!!! Second batch went first… oops!

emengel:

These are characters for my narrative class! I wanted to do the Zodiac signs and to make it even more fun for me, I wanted to put them in an apocalypse setting. (I am definitely not a zodiac expert lol I just did some light research.)

»First batch«

This is so cute & interesting & fun to read!

An evening at Bayview Park.
At times we take a little stroll on our own going away because, we are, may be, a tiny bit upset - these times can be beautiful if we manage to find a missing part of us and see and feel.
Speak to ourselves.
We should not forget that.
I should not forget this.

An evening at Bayview Park.
At times we take a little stroll on our own going away because, we are, may be, a tiny bit upset - these times can be beautiful if we manage to find a missing part of us and see and feel.
Speak to ourselves.
We should not forget that.
I should not forget this.

Sick

I get sick sometimes.
The memory of a disturbing dream or a deeply buried thought I lived once and wished to forget.
The dizziness makes me want to cry and scream.
Then I get better again.

Happy With Minion

Happy With Minion

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

For me there are two wise lessons in this story: Grief and loss are ubiquitous even for a young child. And the way toward healing is to look for how love comes back in another form. - May Benatar

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