The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks English, loves cricket. Shoulders are shaken by expression. She cries alone, laughs with everyone….
The girl is very good.
The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family. He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University. He is assimilating the routes of Vaishnab literature, Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda… Writes poems, sings song, loves football. He walks on the high-street and observes people. He laughs alone, listens to everyone…
The boy is very good.
They are attracted by opposite personality! The girl wants that her lover should be a modern man. The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his.
Bengali author and poem writer. He lives at Nabadwip, India. He is not a popular author. But he is an author of them who have wounded big hearts and high thinking brains.Founder: 1. Nabadwip Sahitya Samaj 2. Sara Bangla Little Magazine Editors and Writers Forum. 3. Shikshak Sudarson Goswami Smriti Sangsad. 4. Saraswat Bromho Sreeguru Mission.SANDIP GOSWAMI's Works:Written: 1. Twenty Five years in poetry (Kabitay ponchish Bachhor) 2. Poetry of Injured fire (Ahoto Aguner Kabita) 3. Universal Constitution (Sarbojanin Sangbidhan) 4. Hundred Thoughts and way (Eksho Sandipani o Path) 5. A Selected Collection of Bengali Poetry (Nirbachito Bangla Kabita) 6. Poetry of an Indian (English Version) 7. Epic of Time (English Version)Introduction & Assist: 1. Theater history of Nadia (Nadiyar Natyacharcha: Sekal - Ekal,1509 A.D - 2011 A.D) 2. Theater history of Nabadwip (Nabadwiper Natyacharcha: Sekal - Ekal)Bengali version
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow