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.
Stories (54/0)
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 Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
The Wonderful World in Broken Glass
The Wonderful World in Broken Glass The day I came home from marrying Ru Pu, I saw the highest degree of depression on my mother's face. As soon as I opened the door, my mother saw Rup beside me and sighed and said, look, one day your child will be just like you. Of course, I didn't take that as a curse at all. I listened to everything in silence that day. Dad was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, looking at me from a distance, his eyes full of sympathy, he had nothing to do. This is where I got the courage to go straight to the room with Rupu.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
I tell my heart to smile a little
I tell my heart to smile a little Mamon has been kept in the next room. GDO has been done at the police station. His family has been notified to come. I am married to my Mamun as a family. Whenever I grew up seeing a new wife, I also wanted to get married. But in my heart, I want it very much, and my mother understands it very well. So after college, my mom liked Marmon as my life partner. I can also dress up as Mara's happy wife. everything is going well.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
The joy of love lasts for a while but the pain lasts a lifetime.
: Lily tried repeatedly to cover her entire body with her torn veil. The man in his forties was still looking at Lily's throat, burping. Hungry hunters stared at it like tigers. The man seemed to forget to blink. Lily watched eagerly when she would bend over to pick up the cake again. Then you can see something from the gap in the shirt near the neck, once the veil is a little simpler.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Vera is a rural girl who loves her family
Vera is 21 years old. He completed a bachelor's degree. at Lalmatia College. I am studying in my second year. Vina's uncle Idris suddenly said one day, Vina, you don't have to go to college. studying at home. You must test during the test. I know what is being researched in university right now. Going is different. Veena shook her head and whispered, "Yes." Veena didn't have the courage to talk about her uncle's words. Mom pays for all his education.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Unrequited love of Akash and Nabila
Unrequited love of Akash and Nabila Akash has always had a little more weakness to Facebook. He used to chat on Facebook, doing this and that every day. He spends most of his time commenting on his friends' status and telling stories. But when Facebook friends are busy with other things and can't find friends online to tell stories, lonely darkness descends on Akash's life.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Dreams wake people up, memories make people cry !!! Wrong people teach !!! Love people language …… .But friendship changes people.
Nero's love Nero bit the bullet and said, come back tomorrow. Lanzhu didn't seem to listen to Nero. The wind is blowing. He must light a cigarette. No time to listen. Niru said again that he would come. see you tomorrow night. Who will come? Sometimes Ran Ju's stupidity will burn Nero's body. Still doing it. Ran Ju said again, who is coming at night? Nero stopped and said, I'm talking about marriage.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Stranger
Stranger There is an old saying that there are only twenty-year-old girls, but if Pang Ya cannot treat herself as an old woman at the age of forty, the blame cannot be entirely attributed to her. The father was born romantically after seeing the Flood. Even a few years ago, she went to stay at her father's house for a few days and was unable to pass the petition on to her mother.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Love is an art.
love art The girl is from a city, although not from the same neighbourhood. In the same way, the body is also short, and there is no special distance to study nearby. So look no further, childhood and adolescence have a lot of socializing. However, as the two families became somewhat close, they used to move between the two nearby homes. As it happened back then, it was so from time immemorial.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
