Nikhil Bhowmik
Bio
HI, I am Nikhil Bhowmik.I passed Master Degree in Mathematics.I also passed Master in Library and Information Science.I write blog, articles and courses in my personal website. I also write articles to medium,Hub-pages and Facebook.
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When you fall in love, the fool becomes wise, the wise man becomes fool.
a romantic story Purba often blocks me, then blocks me and gives me Riku. I continued to accept Riku like an obedient boy. I'm not accepting Riku this time. This time I gave the block. I noticed that the previous situation was serious. Come to our house often. There was deep concern in his eyes. Eyeliner discomfort! He talks to my sister absentmindedly and looks at me a lot. Don't talk to me, it's said to be about a month. I omitted. The previous behavior seemed uncomfortable to me. He started acting like I was his boyfriend. Come to our house often and talk to me. To face all acts that are the exercise of rights. It all started with my sister Tina. After Tina and Purba became friends, the first time she called me brother, you call her. But slowly I saw that Tina used to talk to me and take care of me. Doing all this is no problem, brother can think about it. But slowly brother stopped calling and you started calling. Girl, girl starts talking. The chattering Potter girl. Talk more. Nothing has an exact address. At a young age, the feelings are endless. I don't like girls with this character at all. Don't go east! I called me one day when the behavior was getting into the exaggeration phase. The uneasiness on his face, the excitement was palpable. I said in a slightly threatening voice, what happened to this little girl? trembling. He lowered his head and said softly, what? What if you start it all? Age doesn't seem to touch 18 correctly. If you are doing so much paknami now, then you will ruin your career. Control your emotions. Most importantly, I don't think you can stand it. So much chatter! Omg! Stop looking around, stop talking. I don't think my words were digested. He said, I can't! I said with red eyes, what? Well, I won't say. But you will come to talk to me. this is correct! Um. Go back now. I'm not talking - what to see later! Realizing that your address is ridiculous, he leaves with a dark face and long legs. Then there was no more talking. This was trying to talk multiple times a month ago. I didn't say it. So he dared not speak. Tina picked me up from college this morning and told me that if I didn't open the block, I would destroy the ID! Tina was surprised, what nonsense are you talking about? What is a block? I didn't stop you! Tina didn't understand. I just realized what he was telling me.
By Nikhil Bhowmikabout a year ago in Fiction
Think with your heart, just talk about the heart.
first love late spring First love late springFor a true love story like this, sign in with Gmail. If you log in with Gmail, I'll let you know when I post the next article. Let me know in the comments if you like it. can tell stories
By Nikhil Bhowmikabout a year ago in Fiction
Dreams full of eyes and hope full of heart, you friend will actually give all my love.
homemade love story,I bought dry food from there, will they work? - Shake his head. - I'm on the side of the car. . Just got out of the car, suddenly a police car came out of nowhere. A policeman said - what's the matter! What are you doing here so late? Tohide was silent in fear. He couldn't think of what to say. What would he give in their identities? I do not understand. Farah said before Tauhid said anything - you can see what I'm doing. what do you think? We are here to do bad things! Or did I do something bad? . - I didn't say that. But where are you going in the middle of the night? and give your identity. - Husband and wife, we are going to make an emergency call to Dhaka. - OK. sorry to bother you. Be careful. If you have any questions on the way, please call. - Of course. . For a while, Tao Shide became a fool. He said in his heart, what did Farah say! What did you tell the police? But are we bound by this? - here is! Why did you lie to the police? - What else can be done? If he gave any other identity, he would accept it. - The little head does nothing. - Mookki smiles.
By Nikhil Bhowmikabout a year ago in Fiction
A short arrogant love story
A short arrogant love story Taking so long to reply to messages? Heard you were chatting with a girl? - Which girl? Why are you bringing another girl? I don't like it so I'm writing this story so it's too late to reply...! Mehrab, whether you're writing a story or chatting with a girl, I know it very well. However, the other day I saw a girl commenting on your story and you spoke to the girl very politely in the comment box. who is the girl? After listening to my mother's gossip, I was in a bad mood. I thought I could settle down by entering Facebook. But I forget there's more turbulence here too, and it's hard to tolerate Mihir's behavior in every topic. - Why is your heart so small? - What did you say? My brain is small? - Yes, your mind is like those useless third-class girls. Why did he comment? ? Why chat with him? ? Why is he calling? ? Why did he reply? ? Change that mentality, Michy...! ! - You say I'm a useless third-class girl? You are a useless third-class boy yourself, you bitch, do your whole family understand? Very bad mood, Michier's words made it worse, Mihir's last message came out of the scene, out of Facebook...I said in my heart - whatever you do in life bro, but always Don't have sex with an angry girl, you're going to scold a thousand times a day, you'll scold a thousand times, but if you're just talking nonsense, it's over! ! 4 minutes later, my phone called. If caught, would you sweep it again? Thinking of all this, I grabbed my phone and said—well, start cursing. I don't get any answer from the other side of the sentence আসছে, just sobbing and crying sounds আসছে I repeat - Mihi are you crying? What's weird, I should cry, why are you crying? The girl sighed and said - you won't call me again in this life, don't send any messages, don't try to communicate in any way, understand? As of today, your relationship with me ends. - Listen, hello, hello, hello. Oops, the phone was cut off লাম I hurried to Facebook to see Mihir's name blacked out, I quickly dialed Mihir's number, but he kept saying the number was busy...that's why he put my number in Blacklisted. I was in a bad mood and had another sad relationship with this grumpy girl. He'll scold him a thousand times a day, that's okay, but you can't say anything - say something and break up. It's been 2 days since I lost contact with Mihir, I don't know why it's so beautiful these 2 days মতো is like a very independent bird, chatting with everyone as he wants, replying to comments, no one said why you chatted He is in the inbox inside? How did the girl reply? ? I said in my heart - then let that thing called para disappear from life - well done, I can live the rest of my life like an independent bird. . It's been 4 days since Mishi left, and although these 4 days have passed completely independently, I don't know why I'm in a bad mood today...I don't know why I think of Mishi again and again, why chat with that girl? Why are you replying to that girl? I miss these words so much...I don't know why I want to hear his angry voice again and again কি Should I be calling from any other number? Well, of course, yes, I know this and why it was known in advance. Why do I have to call? Why do guys get angry every time? He can speak ill every day, is it a crime if I speak ill one day? I left my phone in my hand, boys shouldn't accept this speed in every relationship... Babu, I shouldn't say boys every time...! !
By Nikhil Bhowmikabout a year ago in Fiction
Then a perfection of love.
Then a perfection of love. When my sister was in class 12, one of her classmates used to follow her. However, the boy is studying art and Apa is studying science, the English version. That's why she used to be so afraid of you that she often wrote me letters and gifts for you. So, I used to love that brother very much. How much money does the poor waste? Write again in blood.
By Nikhil Bhowmikabout a year ago in Fiction
