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One summer night a friend called me asking me about my whereabouts. I regularly called her on weekends, asked about her whereabouts. Generally, we talked for hours and I didn't have a single hint that she manipulated me. She discussed many things with me. Despite everything, I never felt satisfied of the relationship with her because it wasn't the best. She never apologized to me, because even with me, she couldn't get out of her ego-blindness.

I never understood that she would never apologize for her

“Travel-enthusiastic Bengali Writers” by Sofia Noor Rafa https://link.medium.com/hzc0plT3iab

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Back in my school, I was not one of the first class bunch of graders. My love for good English is a genial factor. My mom deeply likes English as a language. I like it too. I thought that developing my English skills would be better for my career and I will have more opportunities. English is a great language tool if it is used properly.

I am often asked a question. "Are you from English department?" This question really annoys me.

I sometimes read 'Condé Nast Traveller'. The mag has a fantastic set of Brit writers. The stories are told with great individuality, information, and details. The mag made me think about the literary body of travel stories and eventually I figured out a whole lot of travel literature. I browsed Wikipedia to know more about travel literature. I found Marco Polo's travel literature piece on the internet and read it. This reading was excitable for me. As a Bengali, I have read many fictions of my native writers, many of whom are originally from West Bengal, India. I felt a density within their writing which derived from their love of nature. They were nature lovers, they observed, and mixed with other people heartily. This feeling bigly influenced me.

Compared to my reading experience, I am not intensely driven by traveling. Traveling back and forth is not what I would do. I travel with my family occasionally. Since I am an adult now, I go to places more by myself rather than with my parents. Although, traveling has multiple benefits to give to both mental and physical health, consistent journeying is not on my list. Journeying to different places is really healthy for the mind. It is a real form of recreation. But, the stimulation of adventure does not flow within me. People would generally buy a fresh pair of sneakers for the enjoyment while hiking. I would do that too if I go to hiking. I would think of buying a neon green solid backpack to carry my essentials. But, I would dress up pretty casually when I travel to destinations. I like being home. Many peers of mine are really into traveling. Social media blends with traveling. Many groups are made, people visit destinations, upload pictures, and write their reviews. In contrast, I like being home with excellent reading elements.

I love this book, it builds programmers and makes computers so understandable. Thank you Wallace Wang for being a great science writer. You tell interesting facts like you're telling a story. Love you.

Tumblr wants you to post regularly. It is a trick you know, to stay active on this site and also obtain recognition. The case seems not upsetting because people who find trouble expressing their thoughts seem to be on platforms like Tumblr. When is the time you actually think you have grown enough to share your experiences, train of thoughts or anything that mirrors you? Only adults really understand the pressure of functioning properly.

Being an adult is so many things. Only people aged 18 years old are called that title, 18 years old is a big deal. You can avail your own identity, you leave your high school( almost end your high school), go to places by yourself and take personal responsibilities.

For you to invade my soul,

For you to make a hole,

You are not one to catch;

The sky is bitter and grey,

The wind is gusty on the bay.

The sun kissed on the land,

The kiss sparkled on the river,

We loved each other,

Oh! Love is so grand!

Your cackle made my heart melt,

I followed you wherever you went,

When the birds do not sing together

We part our ways; for the better,

Time is the evidence, once we were together!

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