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)
Nectar of Ashoka flower.
Ashoka Nectar This fragrant and sweet floral fragrance resembles an intoxicating fruit. In Fargon, when this rocking flower, jhake jhake, thakaya thakaya, variegated red and sometimes yellow, how does the color of this very old house match with nature. Most of the two-storey house collapsed. It is underdeveloped and often very steep or curved. The large mesh windows of the house scream in your head. Especially when it's windy. They were all very depressed by the night wind. It seems that many people wake up in the morning with a broken heart. But it is not the truth. Fragments of the former brick can be seen, not broken, Jhurai Surki. Gillick wandered in the face of such a catastrophe, wondering how his mind was alive even at 62 years old. How about itiuti anchana inside the chest until today. Especially at night.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
If you love someone, leave them alone.
puzzle Aaron did not recognize Mukta at first. At this bus stop on Park Street, he suddenly dreamed of seeing her. It's seven o'clock. This means that no such thing happened at night. The place is still buzzing. Now back to the office, many people are running and getting in the car. But Allen was in no hurry. He walked out of the office to talk to a friend and came to Park Street. He leaned against the railing and waited for a comfortable bus, and at this moment, he saw the Pearl from afar and freaked out.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
The look in your eyes takes my mind.
habat Nandita said to pull the comb over my head and then I didn't say that? Can you hear it now? Putting the pen on the table paper, he turned his face: "I didn't hear anything, what's the fuss about?" I don't know? When stroked, he raised his hand ten times. I knew then that I had sadness on my forehead. Take care of yourself now!
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Narcissus
Narcissus Love - Eternal love, especially for men and women who don't know how wonderful it is. About two-thirds of the world's literature is about love. The same goes for the diversity of love. Love, reunion, estrangement, alienation, violent or blunt, fragrant, platonic. Dante becomes anxious after seeing a teenager at a wedding. He never saw the girl again, he didn't even know her name and identity, but he wrote a Divine Comedy about her and is still alive today. The venerable Beatrice also survived. Devda Sarattabo is one way, Dutta is another. The variety of love makes it expensive. Our blog is decorated with these different best love stories.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Loves come into my mind I don't know.
Landlord's daughter runs her father's business in Kolkata. Nikki can't remember when her mother died. Psimai made him human. Nicky doesn't know why the company went out of business at 60. Necker's father avoided all responsibility by stabbing himself in the head with a pistol before the market went bust. You say this mom brought a computer to this mom's shelter two years ago to wipe her eyes. The rest is an amateur life that life is accustomed to.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Love takes away more than it gives.
- In the days of the Ramayana, the earth was hesitant. It is not ram and not hands. But if Kali had any hesitation, it would be for the benefit of others, not Ramapati. Frankly, I do not understand that there is no human. Everyone was standing on top of the hill, talking. Suddenly Nanellar shouted. If I say - Ray is coming, but not until then. We all looked and saw Ramapati and entered his house again. Everyone realizes that no matter how urgent Ramapati's mission may be, he must stop paving the way as it is now. When you get home, you can sit quietly for a while. Then he sent a servant to take a look. If the server comes back and says the road is clear, he can go out again. I said let's go, what's the point of being difficult? Why did Nanilal say he's moving? Is this the way? Shall we eat a girl learning to read?
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
The strange speed of love
The strange speed of love What happened to Mahic today? All eyes are watching, what kind of son, praying for the bridegroom's grace - outside the tree, always in his mouth, pouring out the universal grace - why is he not in his place today?
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
There is more joy in giving love than in receiving love.
gem In the neglect of poetry, the Indian poet Rabindranath has been complaining about the world poet Palmicki, who has done injustice to Urmira in his poetry. However, he also said that in rasasrishti it is impossible to give the heroine the same respect and equal rights. However, Urmila is mentioned in the Ramayana. But don't Ramchandra and Sita Devi have more female friends and servants that Adikabi doesn't even mention?
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
A sweet love.
- Day off. In the morning, Tarini Chattogei came out with four mice and a cup of tea. His descent meant - the daughter went out to find a pot for the rock. He's been doing this for three years. When I returned in the evening, I put a foot in the dirt and sat down with my head in both hands. His wife, Navadurga, hastily put the pillow aside and left it near her. I asked him to get up and sit down. The faint smile on Talini Babu's face disappeared with a sigh before exploding. He said: Why do I make sure to keep me alive?
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Romance in love
-Romance in I won't say the name of the notorious station in Chottanagpur where I go for a change of air. Professional air converters can't find this place. There is also sixteen ounces of milk and one chicken for two Hanan. But the moon also has its mark. In the language of the poet "Dusar Jan Nahi sang". Nobody can open up and say two things in one day. Postmaster Babu was there, but he was old and in a bad mood. In addition, there are Bangladeshis at the station. But he was so addicted to railroad goods and bottled goods that he ceased to exist as a social being.
By Nikhil Bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction