Stories, learnings and reflections #10
This is @sushanta83 From #Bangladesh
Hello everyone!How are you all? I Hope you all are well.Every contest this week is awesome.So today I'm back to participate in this wonderful contest hosted by the Steem Fashion&Style community.The name of this challenge is Stories, learnings and reflections #10.So I will discuss this topic in detail.So let's get started, stay with me.
Today I am going to observe you as a story of failed love. So without delay, let's start and stay with me. A quiet autumn passed, the sky was cloudy, the sky covered itself on the screen, strange. I saw a shadow moving forward, the silent shadow does not speak, but its sky smell leaves a path, I am my feet and this path is a disaster. I want to know if I misunderstood, if he puts his foot towards the ditch, how can I forgive myself.
But I am a storyteller, although I am a characterless person, don't talk, don't be a part of the bridge is broken, don't be curious, he is self-forgetful, I only know work, I got off and stood on the sidewalk, the bus will leave me and move on, thousands of other nameless people will reach their homes. I don't know my time, but I got off but my mind fell on the seat next to me. While returning, I think, I look, but then I think again, maybe it's right not to look.
Suddenly, I felt a little regretful. Because at that time, she was sitting there, maybe 24 or 25 years old. Married, of course, wearing thick jewelry, a bit old-fashioned, which I thought was very important. But I couldn't see her eyes. I can't see her eyes because the more illusion there is in the eyes, the more sins there are in the eyes. If there were no eyes, there would be no greed, if there were no greed, there would be no sin. I was born with my eyes. I saw it as if the fog had come from the sidewalk to the bus window.
Yes, I love to imagine a storyteller. A girl alone in a bus who has been married for a year. Where can the jewelry go? Did she run away? She was not in agreement with him before marriage. Or did she run away from the unbearable in-laws? It is a matter of thought. No, what is the point of thinking so much? I am a karma yogi. If she got off the bus right now, I would start walking after her. I would walk forward on the highway and call from behind. She would not answer, just like no one answered my thousand calls.
He could not be found again in this way. I too have lived my whole life after that or felt it. How strong can the desire to hold a fair hand be? But failure is not a failure because you cannot hold it. Your whole life is a failure.
I am very happy to participate in this competition.So I am very happy to participate in such a beautiful competition I invite my friend @zubaer to @ariful @aspiya participate in this contest. I hope you all will participate in this contest.
| Device name | Narzo50 Mobile |
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| Photographer | @sushanta83 |
| Location | Tangail,(Bangladesh) |
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