Some days teach you quietly. Today was one of them. The Lesson of the Soil I realized again how fertile our soil truly is — alive, breathing, patient. Yet we are the ones who have muted its generosity. Every piece of polythene, every bit of plastic we throw away is not just pollution — it’s […]
🌾 Two Lessons from Today: Soil and Story 1. The Lesson of the Soil Some days teach you quietly. Today was one of them. I realized again how fertile our soil truly is — alive, breathing, patient. Yet we are the ones who have muted its generosity. Every piece of polythene, every bit of plastic
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Rabindranath Tagore wrote in Sonar Tori: ঠাঁই নাই, ঠাঁই নাই— ছোটো সে তরী,আমারি সোনার ধানে গিয়েছে ভরি।The boat leaves full, the shore stands silent. Some journeys move before you can catch them. That ache lives in me. A friend once said that when purpose is real, time feels short. Only idle hearts feel endless hours.My
This track is a reflection of motion and pause — the feeling of running toward something you’re not sure exists. I wanted to blend organic imperfections with atmospheric clarity, to create a sonic moment that feels both intimate and wide open. Thanks for listening, and I hope Catch Me catches you in an unexpected way.
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The Daily Prompt asked — “You have three magic genie wishes. What are you asking for?”And I smiled. Because my wishes are not for myself alone — they are for everyone who dares to dream of peace, music, and humanity. Wish One: A World That Plays in Harmony I wish for a jazz chamber orchestra
Prompt I asked ChatGPT: “What should make a good neighbor?” It answered: “A good neighbor balances respect, empathy, and responsibility. They communicate openly, help without pride, participate in the community, and resolve conflicts with understanding. True neighborliness turns a street into a community.” Then I asked:“But if one neighbor is wealthy, educated, and influential, and
In 1971, the year of our Liberation War, my elder brother was born. My father was in Rangpur for business at the time. When the war began, it took him seven days on foot to return to Dhaka—moving through fear, uncertainty, and danger. Later, I would ask him: “Abba, why didn’t you join the Liberation
Part 1 In the 1990 election, I was only seven years old. My elder brother, who was born in 1971, was around twenty then and wanted to support a political party. My father didn’t allow him to take part. Out of curiosity, I asked my father, “Abba, what were you doing in 1971? Were you
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