There was a time when people loved to make portraits willingly. They were used to pose for a quiet long time to get an image and adore them till the last breath and after that leaves it for their sons and grandsons. It was a time when people were patient. The people who believed in stuckness fo the life and the rituals. Nowadays, people like to change. Yes, it is good to change but they change they believe in temporariness of life. They don’t want anything for a long time. They believe in short term happiness. lives the life for moments without caring about the life.
Even the technology is providing us short term happiness, the captures, the shots, the pictures were for life to have a look on them when we get tired of life when we will be aged.
After Snapchat, Instagram, Hike, now Whatsapp also provides the feature of stories taking a new step for temporariness.
“from the life of portraits to one-day stories, somewhere the life became shorter, people impatient, accustomed to vacillate and high for evanescence.”
There were the dreamers who dreamed the freedom for us. . .
There were the fighters who braved to fight for us. . .
There were the soldiers who sacrificed their blood for a lightening wisdom. . .
There were the mothers who lost their son without any fear,
Today, which made us live without fear. . .
They thought, they stood and they fought the battle. . .
Some with the bombs and pistol and some with stifle. . .
They lived in rotten smell of blooded soil, losing so many powerful souls,
They blessed us with a new blooming flower spreading the glory and love. . .
They splashed out their heads,
And fortunate us with the pride in our heart and heads held high. . .
They roasted themselves in embers,
And glowed a flame for our better future. . .
This is our salute to each and everyone who supported in making a free country for us.
Remembering their courage, bravery and sacrifices were an only successful concern. . .
If we, the people of a fearless, free and framed constitutional country will help it in growing safe, clean, united, with spreading love and fostering everyone with growth and encouragement.
Now it is our chance to do something for our nation,
We don?t need to fight like they did, so just follow constitution. . .
Now it?s our responsibility to keep the treasure. . .
Stand like a leader or give a vote for sure. . .
Live with cleanliness, save the trees and creature. . .
We don?t need our blood to sacrifice but we can make a beautiful nature. . .
Hello people, Stranger is here with a loving experience of his Bunjo. . . .
I was shivering in the foggy night, it was one of the coldest night of the year. Shrieking in the night I was searching for a place to spend my night. I was wearing my only jacket which was not enough to save me from the cold.
Waiting in front of my house, I was hoping for someone to open the door and take me in but no one does. As night was moving, the cold was increasing hastily. My ears and head were blocked due to icy wind.
Hopelessly I sat on the steps of my house, I was disturbed, lost in thoughts, frozen in cold. No one was there to help me.
I was drowsed but my auricle is opened, the sound of chain and grumbling of something strikes me. There was something behind the second door of my house; it was like someone is struggling there. But the drowsiness left me straightens.
Sometime later, I feel something warm moving swiftly on my face and then on my palms back to back. I stood and saw, and what I saw made me feel the real love and caressing. He was my Bunjo, who was there to help me out with a blanket he uses in his house.
That was a pure love I saw in his eyes. We sat closer to each other and spent the whole night together and it reminded me of the incident with which I met my Bunjo.
It was a same shrieking night of winter I was in my room which is just next to the gallery of my house. I closed my work and moved to bed. It was 12:30 am already but tonight I didn’t get the sleep. I was trying sleep but it was uneasy to sleep because my windows were leaking chilled air. I shifted my bed a little to sleep. And finally, I got to sleep after few minute.
The main door of my house get dashed with a boom, it shattered my sleep. The next minute I hear the noise barking, some dogs were fighting there. I ignored it as a usual thing and get back to my dreams. Another dash at the main door, a harsh sound, this time noisier than before.
Again I ignored it but now, there was no sign of sleep.
I was awakened so I started collecting my thoughts. It was a deep silence there, now there were no dogs to bark, even it was easy to listen to the striking sound of needle and floor. After few minute, I hear something weird, it was like someone is grumbling, and a whimpering sound was there.
I opened my door gently and I found there was puppy sitting on my door mate. He was shivering and yelping due to cold. I found some warm clothes for him and covered him and took him inside the room.
That was a day I found my best buddy Bunjo. Once I helped him and this time he saved me from the cold.
Animals are like friends, don’t treat them poorly. They are to be loved. They understand, they care, and they love. Just treat them properly.
He was a creepy story hidden behind the cover, pretty enjoyable though annoying, adorning the pages with messy stories. An unreadable book filled with miseries.
Once a girl came, she tried to candid his cover. She succeeds in reading him, she sparkled some pages with the glow of her love. His book was a kind of venom, she fields it with love.
She made his monotonous book, a fairy tell.
Glowing his book she reached the creepy, annoying though lovable part and there she found the book ugly. Before reaching the last chapter of his book she left him rotten, unfolding his life in a new sort, fetching his happiness given by herself.
In some ways, she changed the last chapter and made it tragic. First, it was sorrow but she made it bliss. And while leaving, she made his story tantrum, tormenting, full of silence, messy than before.
He was a book written in the letters which were amorphous. She made them decipherable and left open for all.
But she scratched his cover so well and left him crushed. He is now readable to all, but with a crushed scrappy cover.
Now, who will pick a book with this kind of cover?
If you didn’t like the story, just read it once again with a slit change.
Put a girl on boy’s place and boy on girl’s place. #strange