I overheard the whisper of my soul long, long ago though as a novice.But unraveling the underlying mystery in it was beyond my grasp.
Our existence is oxymoron incarnate, physically or mentally. Here the voice of souls is remote from one another, so is its articulation.
A podium needs to be there to fuse our feelings, to mingle our emotions and to voice out our saying.
I would like to introduce the Blog named ‘chowdhury’, a sojourn towards the discovering the concealed, the unfolding the hidden.
Translate your thoughts verbally in Bangla or English; the things you desire(d) from your siblings, your parents, relatives; lacking of which pierce you still; or you may reveal the funny events of your life remembering which you laugh suddenly. I already have sent you the password of the blog since it’s going to be a joining quest of psyche or a family mag.
Suggestions for the stepping up the Blog are welcome and will be favorably considered.
Our existence is oxymoron incarnate, physically or mentally. Here the voice of souls is remote from one another, so is its articulation.
A podium needs to be there to fuse our feelings, to mingle our emotions and to voice out our saying.
I would like to introduce the Blog named ‘chowdhury’, a sojourn towards the discovering the concealed, the unfolding the hidden.
Translate your thoughts verbally in Bangla or English; the things you desire(d) from your siblings, your parents, relatives; lacking of which pierce you still; or you may reveal the funny events of your life remembering which you laugh suddenly. I already have sent you the password of the blog since it’s going to be a joining quest of psyche or a family mag.
Suggestions for the stepping up the Blog are welcome and will be favorably considered.
