Sense and Souls

এজনী ছোৱালী আছিল আৰু এখন বিশাল আকাশ, এপাহ কপৌ ফুলিছিল আৰু বুকুত এবতাহ সুবাস। তাইৰ এখন উৰুঙা কপাল যেন শাওনৰ ৰ'দৰ জীপাল। শব্দৰ সমদল মৌন হ'ল ক'ত হেৰুৱালে মনত নাই, কিজানি বাৰিষাই লৈ গ'ল অহৰহ দেখোন নৈ বৈ যায়। সেউজীয়া ৰং পাহৰিলে তাই কল্পতীয়া কিন্তু মনত থাকিল, বগাবোৰ আদৰিলে তাই সমাজে কিন্তু তাইক নামানিল। মৰমবোৰ অচিনাকী হ'ল তাইক এৰি বাৰু ক'লৈ গ'ল? প্ৰশ্নবোৰে আমনি কৰে তাইক সদায় কোনে বা তৰালীত জোনক সজায়।

As I am about to pen the two different faces, I can clearly visualize them in my mind. Their faces remained very prominent in my heart. These faces belong to two mothers - two very different mothers from different cultures, societies and times. But both faces portray a common entity - the image of a mother. They portray two different worlds, two different extremities. And I respect them with all my heart and soul. The first face is that of a young mother in her late 20s. This was way back in the 1980s. She is my mother. I was maybe around 7 or 8 at that time. We two were on a short trip to my maternal uncle's place. We stayed there for just two days and with a heavy heart I had to accept my mother's decision to return home. Heavy heart because I always liked the idea of visiting my cousins there (they are my favorite cousins after all) and staying with them as long as possible. Any stay there was never enough for us to be done playing with. So my cousins and I would start ...