Happy Ganesh Chaturthi! 🌟 As we welcome Lord Ganesha, the Remover of Obstacles and the God of New Beginnings into our homes and hearts today, may your path be cleared of all hurdles. Wishing you and your loved ones a season filled with wisdom, prosperity, and successful new endeavors. Let's embrace new growth and positive energy! Ganpati Bappa Morya! 🙏✨

Ganpati Bappa Morya! 🌺✨ Wishing everyone a joyful and blessed Ganesh Chaturthi! May the Lord of Wisdom bring peace, happiness, and grand success to your life and work. Have a wonderful, modak-filled celebration! 🥥🥮

“Vakratunda Mahakaya Surya Koti Samaprabha! Nirvighnam Kuru Me Deva Sarva-Kaaryeshu Sarvadaa!” 🔱 On this auspicious day of Ganesh Chaturthi, we pray that Lord Ganesha blesses us with the intellect to make right decisions and the strength to overcome life's challenges. May your home be filled with auspicious energy, good health, and infinite joy. Happy Vinayaka Chaturthi! 🌸🙏

A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 Continuing, see previous post. That winter when first arrived, that white mist washed everything and purified. I first saw you among the white mist, purest. And my mind filled with that pure mist, I found you so nice and core. When I saw your eyes I can't forget, the afternoon. I spent the winter in delight. Then spring came, with its mind breezes, I felt the depth. I fell in spring, like the brown leaves carrying untold stories. I felt that core of nature, and you. I was one the long path to meet you on the greatest bloom of spring. I waited, I watched. Then a lot of time spent. The end of May, my wishes. Then the end of June, after exhaustion with some unfulfilled wishes. Then July comes, I again found the bloom. I loved the time, I made paintings, listened songs, found the essence. Then your wishes, I felt the bloom of the month. Then a lot of time spent, the rains, the waits. Then autumn, lonely days. Then again the winter. After that many eras spent, I still remember you the same. Today I am writing the letter to August, after June and July spent. May when spring will come next will find it. I know it will be kept under fallen leaves, flying in spring breeze. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.

A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 I have a lot of good friends, I am grateful for having them in my life. But today I am recalling you. As I can't send it. That's why I am writing the letter to you nature. It is now many ages have gone away. I recall the old time, the first time. This is letter is specifically for you but I value the essence of all my friends and wish a lot of joy for them. Now I am recollecting the memories again. 🍁🍂 It is now after the months of June and July. At the beginning of August, it was the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. I remembered how the old July spent, the July of that year. The end of May and the end of June. I remember those past few years. I remember the calm July, when we were young. That time never came again. It is rainy season, but there are bright days like autumn and spring. That tune flows in breezes and daylight " You and me kkeutnaji anh-eul history " ( You and me, a never ending history ). " Oh, naui ujuga dwae jun uliui iyagi " ( Oh, our story that became my universe ). The story may not be composed by us. But it was composed in my mind. That time was the freshest youth of us, when you were nineteen and I was also nineteen. " Yeah, we never felt so young " the line is right, I never felt such young then, or will be; " When together sign the song ", that time when we walked together, " Even if it rains ". " Yeah, (I) we never felt so right ", I felt the thoughts very right at that time, " When I got you by my side ", That was a time when you were beside me, " Along the path we walked together ". The July begins with the end of June that pass with the thought, " Wanna forgive you (me) ". Then the July slowly begins, it was a new chapter of the love I felt in spring before, I remember the spring again. The Krishnochura petals are still fallen on ground or wet in rain, the petals that bloomed in spring before. Still those tree of Krishnochura and Radhachura bloomed with flowers of red and yellow, recollecting the spring spent before. The red carpet of petals wet or dried carry the memories of spring of love that keeps blooming in July still. Time keeps going, years rotate again and again. Spring comes again, then May, June, then July, feelings reanimated, and then autumn comes, then winter, and then again spring arrives. The letters will be written under fallen leaves. Today we don't walk together but I still remember you as the same. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.

There is a quiet rebellion in choosing not to optimize everything. The modern web wants us to read faster, scroll further, post more, and condense our personalities into searchable keywords and viral metrics. It turns self-expression into a performance. I'm realizing that the things worth thinking about don't fit into neat headlines or 15-second loops. They require the slow, sometimes messy process of putting one word after another until a thought takes shape. Reading someone else's unedited, un-optimized thoughts feels like discovering a letter left on a park bench. There is no urgency to respond, no pressure to "like" it, just a momentary connection between two minds across the internet. To whoever reads this: I hope you find a pocket of unhurried time today.

We have trained our brains to mistake constant input for active thinking. Every blank space in our day waiting for coffee, riding an elevator, standing in line, is instantly filled by pulling out a screen and letting an algorithm decide what we should feel or think about next. Coming to a quiet text-only space feels like walking into an empty room after leaving a crowded stadium. At first, the silence is almost jarring. You realize how loud your own thoughts are when there isn't a video auto-playing to drown them out. But after a few minutes, the dust settles. You remember that your attention is yours to give, not a commodity to be mined. It's nice to read words that aren't trying to sell me anything, anger me, or trap me in a loop. Just human thoughts, left out in the open, waiting to be found at their own pace.

🎓 The Golden Era: Navigating the Chaos and Charm of College Life ✨ They say that your school years shape your foundation, but your college years shape your identity. College isn’t just a stepping stone to a career; it is an entirely different universe tucked into a few short, fast-paced years. It is an era of beautiful chaos, unfiltered freedom, and profound self-discovery. 🌍 Let’s talk about the academic hustle first. 📚 Nothing quite matches the collective panic of a pending assignment at 11:59 PM or the strategic calculation of the absolute minimum attendance required to just survive a semester. 😅 We all know the struggle of trying to wake up for an 8 AM lecture, only to end up sitting at the campus canteen with a hot cup of chai, having deep philosophical debates instead of taking notes. ☕ Late-night library study sessions inevitably transform into group therapy sessions, and somehow, making it through exam week becomes a collaborative extreme sport. Then there are the cultural fests and college events, the vibrant heartbeat of campus life. 🎭 Whether you are part of the core organizing committee running around stressed with clipboards, performing on stage under the bright lights, or just enjoying the music in the crowd with your friends, these moments are pure magic. 🎸 It is during these sleepless fest nights that you learn leadership, teamwork, and the sheer joy of creating something memorable from scratch. The energy is infectious, and for a few days, the entire campus transforms into a world of its own. 🎉 But beyond the textbooks, fests, and lecture halls, college is truly about the people. 🤝 It is the endless conversations in dorm rooms and the spontaneous trips planned on a zero-rupee budget. 🎒 You meet people from entirely different walks of life, and through the shared struggles of bad mess food and stressful placements, you find your tribe. These are the friends who will cheer the loudest at your graduation and the ones who have seen you at your most vulnerable. College friendships are forged in the fire of group projects and fueled by countless cups of cheap coffee. 🫂 More than anything, college is the ultimate training ground for adulthood. 🌱 It is the place where making mistakes is not just accepted, but expected. You learn how to manage your finances when you’re completely broke by the 15th of the month. 📉 You learn the art of negotiation with strict professors, the importance of networking, and most importantly, you learn how to stand up for yourself. It is a messy, confusing, and overwhelming transition, but it is in this very mess that we discover what we are truly passionate about. 💡 As the semesters fly by, the campus that once felt vast and intimidating starts to feel like a second home. 🏛️ College is a fleeting chapter. If you are in it right now, soak it all in. Because once you step out into the real world, you will look back at these days and realize they were some of the best of your life. 🌟 What is your favorite memory from your college days? Drop a thought below and let’s walk down memory lane together on Silta today. 👇💬

Cultivating Digital Depth: Introducing the Silta Library. As we continue to build a quiet room on a loud internet, we realized our writers need a way to catalog their intellectual journeys. In exactly one week, we are deploying Library. This feature will allow you to shelf your deep-dive essays, bookmark impactful text from other creators, and build a structured portfolio of your words. No algorithmic noise. Just your personal collection of human thought.

There is a specific, quiet moment every morning right after the kettle finishes boiling - a brief pause before the water hits the grounds. For months, it has just been a mechanical step in a sleepy routine, something done entirely on autopilot while waiting for the day to force itself awake. Today, instead of reaching immediately for my phone or checking notifications, I just stood there. I watched the steam curl upward against the kitchen tile, catching a pale sliver of early morning light. The sound of the kitchen had shifted from the loud rumble of heating water to absolute silence, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the background. It was a small, entirely unremarkable gap in time, lasting maybe ten seconds at most. But stepping into that gap rather than rushing past it made the rest of the morning feel deliberate. We spend so much energy looking for major milestones, forgetting that peace usually sits in these tiny, unscripted pauses right under our noses.

There is a specific kind of clarity that only comes from reading and writing plain text. No algorithms dictating your feed, no distractions just a quiet space to think, write, and connect. Wishing everyone a peaceful Sunday. What are you reading or writing about today?

At Silta, we have always believed that the most profound connections are often the quietest. Today, as we celebrate Raksha Bandhan, we are reminded of the power of a simple thread. A Rakhi is delicate, yet it carries the immense weight of a promise to protect, to support, and to care. Words, much like that thread, share the same quiet strength. When we built Silta at Xorynx, our vision was to create a sanctuary for your thoughts. In a loud digital world, this platform is our promise to you. It is our commitment to protect your voice, safeguard your focus, and provide a space where authentic, text-based connections can flourish naturally, free from the noise of algorithms. Whether you are celebrating today with siblings by birth or the chosen family you have gathered along the way, we honor the bonds that tie you together. Thank you for sharing your stories, your quiet moments, and for helping us weave a community built on genuine care. Wishing you a day full of warmth and connection. Happy Raksha Bandhan from all of us at Silta.

Midnight Realizations Sometimes I wonder who I am when the world goes quiet and the screen is the only light in the room. It is terrifying, yet incredibly freeing, to type out the thoughts I usually swallow during the day. Here, away from the performance of everyday life, I can admit that I do not have everything figured out. I am still learning how to forgive my own past mistakes. I am still figuring out how to be okay with taking up space. This is my safe harbor - just me, these honest keys, and a breath of relief.

The Quiet Force We spend so much time drowning in noise, forgetting that the smallest whisper can change a life. Words are not just letters on a screen; they are architecture. They build bridges between lonely minds, or they dig trenches that take years to cross. Every word we choose to share leaves a fingerprint on someone else's day. When you write from a place of raw honesty, you give someone else permission to feel seen. Choose your architecture wisely. Speak with intention. Write to heal, not just to occupy space.

There is a strange, beautiful relief in writing into the void without a face attached to your words. On the internet, we are constantly forced to wear masks, to perform, and to turn our casual thoughts into polished commodities for an audience. But when you strip away the photos, the metrics, and the tracking scripts, what is actually left? Just the weight of our own honest reflections. It feels like leaving a secret letter on a park bench for a random stranger to find. It is a quiet rebellion against a loud world.

Today is a good day to slow down and check in with yourself. On Silta, you should try this space to feel like your personal corner of the web. Let's treat the public feed like a shared journal today. I found a beautiful journaling prompt specifically meant for today, August 19: "Write down 3 positive affirmations that you need to hear right now. What reassurance and comfort can you offer yourself?". In a world that is constantly demanding your attention and making you perform, take three minutes right now to write down what you actually need to hear. No audience, no pressure. Just words that matter to you.

Every year on August 19 we celebrate World Photography Day to celebrate the art, craft, science, and history of photography. The holiday dates back to 1839 when the French government purchased the patent for the Daguerreotype process and called it a free gift to the world. Today, thanks to digital cameras and smartphones, more than 350 billion photos are taken worldwide every year. Right now, the rest of the internet is flooded with billions of images. But here I am, sitting at my desk, coding the new things for handling regular digital works of mine. Silta is a deliberate step away from that visual noise. Here, Silta have zero photos, zero filters, and zero algorithms. Sometimes, stripping away the visuals is the only way to clearly see what we are actually thinking. On a day dedicated to capturing the world through a lens, I am typing some words in a space to capture the world through quiet words. What is a moment in your life that a photo could never fully capture, but a few raw words could?

Beautiful Boy The Beautiful Boy I have seen before,  An admiration arrives from my heart's core. I've not seen anyone such beautiful,  Mind blown with the greatness of light graceful.  পুরুষ সৌন্দর্য্যের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ প্রস্ফুটিত রূপ । সে দেবতা, হৃদয়ের দেবতা শ্রদ্ধা ও প্রেম নিবেদিত তার প্রতি, অতুল্য সৌন্দর্য্যের মূর্ত প্রতীক;  সে মহৎ, শ্রদ্ধেয়; সে উৎকৃষ্ট প্রেমের পূর্ণ বিগ্রহ । স্বর্ণাভরণে সজ্জিত, স্বর্ণালোকে তার দেহ দ্যুতিমান; লালিত্য, মাধুর্য্যে পরিপূর্ণ, কমনীয়তায় সুললিত; সে প্রকৃতির অতীত । কিন্তু যে প্রকৃতির ব্যক্তিত্ব ! তার মধ্যে প্রকৃতির গভীরতা নেই, আছে মহত্তে পূর্ণতা । সে প্রেমের পরিপূর্ণ মূর্তি হলেও, যেখানে প্রকৃতির শূণ্যতা আছে বসন্তের ঝরাপাতার মত শুষ্ক হৃদয় তীব্র টানে ছুটে গিয়ে পড়ে । He was the boy cutest,  He was the one for whom I was affectionate most. He was the manifestation of bosonto !  He was the inspiration of expression of my feelings and thoughts, the building of my mind to experience the life in new way.  I had seen the fishy eyes  At the heartful afternoon, Under winter sun On the way of station.  There was something mystery  In the curves, the eyes; Cool and calm, straight to me.  I felt shy, voice stumbled.  The Beautiful Boy on stage.  The boy dances on hearts  With the string of lute rang in the rhythm of beats.  The son of stars  Surrounded with dusts of light,  The beautiful boy, his dance overwhelms.  I see, lost my mind and get into. He sings in his honied voice,  Mind melts in the flow and pauses in the sparkling river.  He fills hearts with admiration,  Wins the minds of seer people.  সেই সৌন্দর্য্যের উদযাপনের মধ্যে কতটা আমি ঠিক আর কতটা কল্পনায় প্রতিফলিত ওই ব্যক্তিত্ব ?  তাহলে কেন যাকে সাদা ফুল ভেবেছিলাম তাকে রঙিন খুঁজে পেলাম,  কারণ সব রঙ একসাথে আমার সাদা বলে ভ্রম হয়েছিল ?  ঝরাপাতাই বিশুদ্ধ আর একটা বিশুদ্ধ সাদা ফুল । Was there anything mistake, I wonder, keep going; What is right ? Anyway spring has come,  Mysterious breezes has started flowing.  My mind keep wondering, The leaves become brown again,  Red jems blooming again on silver trees.  I pause and that, spring has come again.

The streets are finally quiet. All day, the air was thick with anthems, the bright colors of flags, and the collective hum of a country celebrating itself. But there is a different kind of freedom in the silence that follows. At 11:30 PM, the loudspeakers are off. The patriotic songs have faded. Now, it's just the quiet sound of the night and a glowing screen. This is the hour where the collective "we" of Independence Day shifts back into the solitary "I." We spent the day honoring the massive, historical freedom of a nation. But tonight, in this quiet corner of the internet, I am thinking about the smaller freedoms. The freedom to sit in silence. The freedom to write without having to perform for an algorithm. The freedom to let a loud day end so a blank slate can begin tomorrow. As August 15th slips away into the 16th, what is a small, quiet freedom you are grateful for tonight?

August 15th always brings a specific kind of energy. Beyond the flags and the anthems, it’s a quiet reminder of what it takes to build something that lasts. We talk a lot about independence as a historical event, but true freedom is also an everyday practice. In a world that constantly demands our attention and tells us how to think, the freedom to step away from the noise is a privilege. The freedom to hold onto our roots, to write our own stories unedited, and to simply exist without being a product of an algorithm. Today, I’m honoring the quiet resilience that built our country, and the everyday freedoms we sometimes take for granted.

There is a specific feeling attached to the morning of August 15th. It’s the memory of waking up early for school flag hoistings, the crisp white uniforms, the sound of patriotic songs playing from loudspeakers down the street, and the simple joy of pinning a small paper flag to your shirt. As we grow older, the world gets more complicated. We start seeing the flaws in the system, the struggles of daily life, and the heavy realities of adulthood. But for a few moments every Independence Day, that childhood purity comes back. A reminder that despite everything, there is a collective heartbeat we all share. A hope that tomorrow can be better than today. Wishing everyone a meaningful Independence Day. May we never lose that hope.

Ever have a day where the room just feels a bit quieter, and you're not sure if you stepped out of it or if everyone else did? Today feels like one of those days where the silence speaks louder than usual. Trying not to overthink the reason, but sometimes the sudden distance just stings a little. Giving myself space to breathe and not jump to conclusions. 🌿

"ACCOUNTABILITY" The most dangerous person in any situation is not the one who does wrong. It is the one who does wrong and genuinely believes they didn't. Duryodhana never accepted he was wrong. Not once, not even at the end. He called his greed - ambition. He called his cruelty - justice. He called his ego - self respect. And an entire generation was destroyed because one person refused to look honestly at himself. Some was don't begin with weapons. They begin with the words : "I did nothing wrong."

"KITNI PYARI LINE HAI" Ki agar aansu na hote Toh aankhen itni khubsurat na hoti.. Dard na hota toh Khushi ki kimat na hoti.. Agar mil jata sab kuch chahane se To duniya me upar wale ki jarurat na hoti..

Once a legend said.......... Khaas dost kitne bhi naraz ho jaye, par wo mehfilon mein raj nhi khola karte.

Hayee, kya shayri hai...... Wo naseeb kisi aur ka tha pasand hum kar baithe, Dil to hamara tha magar unka naam kar baithe, Wo khush the kisi aur ke sath Magar hum unke liye apni khushiyan tabha kar baithe !!

Started a new journey yesterday. I shifted to my hostel on 5th and started Masters... The day was not quite as I expected... Ppl seem very judgemental here and not at all friendly in nature... My room mate is nice... I really want to stay and shift together with her everywhere.. but we are assigned different permanent rooms so it is a problem.... She is a nice girl, she's studying Btech here and our vibes are similar so we texted our warden, let's see what she decides.

Good morning! 🌅🔥 A brand-new day is here, and it’s your green light to wipe the slate completely clean! 🧹✨ Yesterday's noise, chaos, and missed steps? They belong to the past. Today, you hold the remote. 📺⚡ ​Stop carrying yesterday’s heavy baggage into a fresh sunrise. 🎒💥 Drop the weight, reset your focus, and step up like the powerhouse you are. 🚀 You don't need a total life overhaul just take command of this exact moment and run with it! 🏃‍♂️💨 ​New energy in your lungs, relentless drive in your heart. Let's make today unforgettable! 💪💖🔥 ​

Ever lie down completely exhausted, but your eyes just refuse to shut? 😵‍💫 It’s like your body is pleading for a nap, but your brain is still running a full marathon! 🏃‍♂️💨 ​When you’re carrying too much, rest feels hard because your mind thinks it needs to stay on guard. 🛡️ But here’s your reminder: you don’t have to fix the whole world today. 🌍✨ ​If sleep won't come, just lay back, breathe out the heavy stuff, and sink into the quiet. 🛋️☁️ Rest isn't just sleeping - it's letting your mind know it's safe to pause. 🧘‍♀️💖 Give yourself grace today. You’re doing better than you think! 🌿⚡ ​

You found us. Welcome to the quietest corner of the internet. 🤫 Silta is an experiment in a world that can’t stop yelling: What happens when we turn down the volume and just write? No algorithms telling you how to feel, no visual clutter - just pure, raw thoughts. The foundation is laid, but you hold the blueprint. Reply to this: If you could redesign how humans talk online from scratch, what is the first rule you would make? 🧵👇

Caramel - Abhishek Ghosh Caramel is a flow of gem Muse of thoughts like rem, Caramel is dense of golden brown Brighten the minds of frown, Caramel the glaze of essence Mystery that comes from space, Caramel is the glow of richness Peace like light of greatness. Caramel the source of flavour, Gold that melts in sweetness; Caramel the core of flower, White petals carry the greatness. The color of love is caramel, The breeze blowing the smell sweetened; Caramel fills the mind with glee, Sadness that fade and flee. The color of moon is caramel, At midnight in sky, In June At 2 am. When the strawberry moon glows in sky night, It turns golden at the dreamy midnight. It brings the sweetened melody blowing, The roaming at night when it's glowing. The skyscrapers bathed in caramel, Presence of the mystery shedded from space; A cake caramelized sweetened in love, Blows mind with glee of dove 🕊 The ride at night Brings the joy of light, Under sky of late night Brown eyes brighten with sight. Mystery sparks at corners of city and roads, Caramel that falls from moon fills joy with modes. Moods bloom in caramel of essence of soul, Springle the starlight over minds. Caramel is the taste of mindness, liveness spread in essence of caramel.

Ever have a stretch where no matter how hard you try to steer, life just keeps grabbing the wheel? 🌀 That’s been my last three days. Every time I get a handle on one task, three other things derail. 😮‍💨 ​It feels like trying to finish a puzzle while someone keeps shuffling the pieces. It’s frustrating, exhausting, and leaves your head spinning. 🤯 ​If you’re also feeling out of sync or struggling to keep things on track right now, this is your reminder that it’s okay to hit pause. 🫂 You don't have to fix everything today. Take a deep breath, drop the pressure, and give yourself room to just reset. 🌿✨ ​

Sometimes satisfaction comes from tiny parts of life. Many things are the core of happiness. Cherish those sparkles and enliven to your little heaven. A cup of tea, a book, an image, each pages carry a story behind. So old, memories, happiness.

How you feel, a train journey with a book, a less crowded train, sitting calm watching landscapes through the window, wide grasslands and fields, passing stations and old mansions, lonely or busy platforms, with the favorite book in hands, a book of poetry. Sunlight fall over the fields, grass and corns bright and the words lit up the mind, how those match with each other. Each stanza personifies the glow of fields and trees and the harmony empty places of favorite platforms and mind.

Humanity: A Series of Unanswered Questions When did we start measuring worth in numbers instead of kindness? Why do we scroll past suffering, yet pause for entertainment? Are we communicating more - or just making more noise? When machines learn empathy before we practice it, what does that say about us? If truth can be edited, filtered, and monetized… will we still recognize it when it’s raw? Why do we fear being alone with our thoughts more than losing ourselves in distraction? And if the world is more advanced than ever - why do so many hearts feel more empty than ever? Maybe the crisis of our time isn’t technology, politics, or power. Maybe it’s the questions we’re afraid to ask ourselves.

The Silence Was Never Accidental The files tied to Jeffrey Epstein don’t just expose individuals - they expose a system where wealth, influence, and fear built a shield around abuse. For years, whispers were dismissed, victims were ignored, and power protected itself. This isn’t just scandal - it’s proof that justice moves differently for the powerful. The real outrage? Not what is being revealed… But how long the world chose not to see.

Truth Has No Expiration Date The global release of files connected to Jeffrey Epstein reminds us of a hard truth: power without accountability breeds silence, and silence protects injustice. Names may shock us. Stories may disturb us. But the real question is - will the world choose outrage for a moment, or justice for a lifetime? History is watching. Truth is patient. Accountability must be inevitable.

Ek Bachpan Ka Zamana Tha Jisme Khushiyon Ka Khazana Tha, Chahat Chand Ko Pane Ki Thi Par Dil Titliyon Ka Diwana Tha, Thak Kar Ana School Se Fir Bhi Khelne Jana Tha, Barish Me Kagaj Ki Naao Thi Har Mausam Suhana Tha, Rone Ki Wajah Na Thi Na Hasne ki Wajha Tha, Kyun Ho Gaye Hum Itne Bade Isse Accha To Bachpan Ka Jamana Tha...

ajker din ta baaler moto gelo literally. sokal theke indiar corruption ar bhogoban er revenge feel korchi. lets start with the first occurrence. barrackpore gechi ekjon er uniform er jonne, giye dekhi uniform nei, hardcopy slip available nei, dokandar pic niche na r nileo uniform ta pachhe na. hajar ta call korar por kono kichui holo na. second occurrence after this incident, dadaboudi biriyani khete gechi, 300/- per plate plus gst and no egg, extra charge for salad r steel er plate a khete diyeche. the behaviour of the waiters and all are like amra kichui afford korte parbo na. judgemental eto je menu diye niye chole gelo, amader attend korte tader koshto hochilo, dubar chawar por ekta spoon pai and khawa shesh hoy jawar por mone hoy oder je ekta plate dewa uchit bones felar jonne. then comes the main event of the day, asli khel to ab suru hua. station a gelam platform 1 towards the emu stoppage and TT dhore. I swear on my life ami return ticket ketechilam from kalyani to barrackpore but misplace ho gya . tt daklo ami full confidence gelam and fuck my life ami sob jaega from pant pockets to bag nooks, sob khuje fellam but ticket pelam na. amay rpf thana te niye gelo and asked for 520/- kno debo? ami ticket er payment history o dekhiyechi tao tar hobe na. I called the people i knew but kichu kaje dilo na. anyways onek khojar por fine dewar por beriye ekta train a uthlam and guess what oi train naihati te last stoppage... baal kankinara te neme abar train dhore kalyani gechi then rastay prai accident hochilo ekta bike pachha dolate dolate rasta diye jachilo tai. ajker dinta baje gelo not because taka geche ba something but eto frustration, tension, manipulation and harrassment ta holo ajker dine is fucking tiring.

ekta manush koto prokar hoy? 1. Chutiya 2. Braindead 3. Brain er bhetore gobor bhora. Ekta Mentor tar mentee ke bole naki suppose haat dhore train line a amra ghurte gechi... etc the fuck?? tarpor ekta manush ki jama porche tar kotota pet beriye ache setake dekhe emon reaction dilo jno tar hoy jay. eto kisher chulkani hoy manusher je ekta meyer opor comment korar age se bhabeo na ekbar je ki bolche. braindead person jar chinta bhabna, sochh ekdom patale mishiye geche. raat 1 tay call kore bolche tomader ami bhalobashi equally tai ami raat a call kori diye baal chirche. kikore ekta manush eto dumb and frustrated hote pare je se ekjon meye ke raat 1 tay call kore eisob bolche. i don,t even know what the fuck he said to others but amar onuvuti ebong with the experience of talking to shitty people i feel like he is a perv.

one of my friend mal ta eto chutiya bara kichu pare na ...sudhu gan choda chara ....amar nijer eto kaj ache ....segulo fele ami or sathe kaj korchi sathe ki or underei kaj korchi name teammate name hobe or je o koreche bal ta basic design pare na , v0 chara code pare na ................ etogulo din amar nosto korlo jetai korte boli pari na ....vat ta khub bokte pare baler moto boke boke extra explain kore mathar 12 ta bajay , mane ami ki chutiya ami bujhi na ? ami ossiskhito or theke valo bujhi ja korte boli ta pare na ................. oke sir korte diyeche kaj devide kore diyeche kichu khon 2 din pore meet e 30 min dhore gyan chude then bole parchi na ....sobai vabe o koreche ............ but ami kore diyechi manus etota chutiya ki kore hote pare .... sir oke bujhiyeche o amk lead koreche ami seivabei korechi trust kore ...pore core function eri bara change korte bole ...r frist theke ami bollam plan kor ...................... tokhon bole naki plan korar kotha bolechilo nijer dos swikar kore na r vat boke jay ............................. ami joto chesta kori rag korbo na or toto bal ta hese kotha bole r eto long speech dey bara ami osikhito naki .................... ml engineer bole nijeke amar code diye name kineche osikhito er bachcha ....................even or code sir o kore dey ...............kas ami ok udom kelate partam amar santi hoto chutiya kothakar ....................ami or sathe thik korechilam project korbo na ............ but sir er jonno korte hoyeche eibar theke mukher upori bolbo korbo na .................ami basically ore khub petate chai ..............chutiya name rudra .......... or name e tomra parleo gali dao ..........ami atta khan boddo khusi pabe bal ta kichchu jane na osikkhito ..........

I trusted, ignored the signs, and acted surprised when it went wrong 🤦‍♂️ Not broken. Not unlucky. Just an idiot learning the hard way.

I said “this time will be different.” Then I made the same mistake again 😅 At this point, consistency is my only talent. Still learning. Still @idiot.

Look, sometimes you are wrong and I am right 😄 Sometimes I am right and you are wrong 🤝 That’s okay - it’s normal 💯✨ We learn, we talk, we move forward 😊🌱

So let’s begin my Mental Disorder Class today 😌 Guys, you know what? I think my parents don’t love me. They keep forcing me to do unnecessary things… like “Go take a bath.” WHY? 🤨 They say, “If you take a bath, you’ll feel good.” Bro… eating momo also makes me feel good 🥟 So why is bathing compulsory? Then they say, “Your body made of mud, that’s why you should pour water on yourself every day.” Excuse me?? If I’m made of mud, tahole amk roj dhuye gollachcho keno 😭 And another question You expect me to get naked every single day to take a bath… Is that good? Do you enjoy becoming naked daily? 🤔 tumi nijer chokhe nije choto hoye jachcho roj “Chi… ?” This is wrong number................do you agree

Guys I am not comparing, but I genuinely want to know are you smiling or not? All these efforts are for you, darlings 😌..... Ami sobar upor amar time waste kori na. But you’re special, that’s why I want to see you laugh, react, and express yourselves. That’s exactly why I want an emoji reaction system and a tagging system here. Tomader jibone eto shanti keno? 😏 Here’s the best part I don’t know you, you don’t know me. So no judging, no fake standards. Bring out the monster inside you. Be unique, bro. I want you all fight ...I love fight i love drama ...but baj ulatapalta topic e na ..mane kono valo topic ...jeta knowledge barate pare .....r jodi baj topic eo korte Chao I will always support you but amar kache baj topic mane cringe type ..rule no 1..no verbal abuse bro .. it's against law ................rule number 2....there is no rule until tumi kauke hurt korcho ....you can do anything jeta knowledge baray ........hasay all cringe thing I will accept or appreciate....I will love to hear .... I’m on a mission to make everyone a little mental 😈 (in a fun, creative way) So my dear children… follow me.

People see streamers, influencers, and public figures as screens and usernames, not as humans. That’s where the problem starts. Recently, fake and manipulated content circulated online using the identity of a well-known creator like Payal Gaming. Not real. Not consented. Yet powerful enough to cause emotional damage, public judgment, and mental stress. Deepfakes don’t just distort images - they distort lives. They turn lies into weapons and privacy into entertainment. Behind every viral clip is a real person dealing with fear, shame, and unwanted attention they never asked for. This isn’t “internet drama.” This is digital harassment. If technology can create fake realities, responsibility must create real boundaries. Silence and sharing only empower the damage. Awareness, empathy, and accountability are the only way forward. No one deserves to have their identity misused. Not for clicks. Not for views. Not for anyone’s amusement.

This new platform is good than other large brand social media platforms. In this social media era full of photos videos are full, where anyone's life is ruined without thinking about them once. Overall this platform is only text based where anyone post through words only. I loved this new platform.

jno ekta chele ache amar friend mal ta eto noob eto noob ki bolbo ..........amak diye sara rat project baniye nije credit ney batela eto dey jeno ki na ki pare but ai r v0 chara kichu pare na noob ...........or ml er project sir kore dey ............kono kaj korte dile kichhcu pare na ................r ami kono kaj korle bal ta appreciate to korei na tar upore eta emn kora jeto omn kora jeto valo hoto nnnnnnnooooooobbbb

jano amar ma khubi obsessed with calling me suddenly, je hothat kore amk dakbe emn vabe je ki ghote geche r strict instruction je tartari jeta hobe, giye jante parba emni dekeche ..........then bolbe oikhan theke oita niye ay, na ante parle boke kintu bole na kothar theke ki anbo diye nije giyei niye ase ............abar kono ekta kaj bollo 1 min laptop soralam tar modhe kore fele ........1 min deri holei nijei kore fele r boka dey kno ?