Bleeding

Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

Teri meri nazrein hi iane hain sara jo majra

It was just a good joint, good conversations and a good fuck

So, why aren't you guys together?

When Nachiketa said, "Tumi ashbe bolei akash meghla, brishti ekhono hoyeni. Tumi ashbe bolei krishnochura r phool gulo jhore jayeni"

Sometimes, she is too much of everything—too sensitive,too generous, too intense, too adorable, too accepting.

Sometimes it goes very quiet in my heart, so quiet that all I hear is your name.

But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.

Art is life, then it is also true that life must become art

नैनों से बहते मेरे नैना

What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?