She had stood by the window, every afternoon, for the last five years. Everyday, she saw the children run down from their homes on the mountain. From her window, the mountain seemed like an ominous barrier, but when the children emerged from it, it became a faraway fairy land. They lived in the villages strewn across the region. She watched them,
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stories to come to the level of your journal will take its own time -- so do not worry!
if i were u -- i'd 've written stories in the same genre as ur journals - w/o trying to pack too much punch into too short a frame -- feminism ta arektu subtle hote parto, promiscuity-ta arektu better reflected hote parto --..
rabindranath pora hole -- banofool poris ektu -- probably might realize what u cd have left out of your story and yet had made the same statements with a greater impact!
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Gr8 to hear from you, tahole finally khuleche tomar okhane site ta!
Tumio join kore jao tahole amra ek anya ke constructive criticism dite pari.
It was written in 30 minutes. Feminism ta unintended, promiscuity kothai dekhle, ota to ekta baccha chele(!), tobe haan i agree besh boka boka.
I shall try to read a bit of banaphool, ei creative writing ta ami besh kharapi kori.
this is a better way to keep in touch than orkut, jetar invitationo tomai pathiyechi
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