Have you ever felt that you're staying awake and alive in your dream and you're well aware that you're awake?
It's just like Lucid Dreams, you know that you're dreaming and if you want you can control it.
Most of us want to wake up from the dream...
As a part of Bengali style, I'm writing both past and present tense in one sentence so don't get confused about that, that's not grammar articles mistakes.
It's a style of feeling both past and present. So enjoy it 😄
Third Person's POV
The river Teesta, which sinks only the soles of the feet in winter. If you look back while walking, you will see a huge monster sitting on its knees facing the sky. Not actually giant, Himachal Hills (Himalayan mountains).
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
In an obscure village in Nandigram, across the forest of salty palm trees, a small drop first appeared near the sky, then it gradually grew like a palm tree.
The stranger is the mast of a newcomer ship.And when you wash the front of the frontal sand, across the dunes in front, the blue sea rose. Bay of Bengal...
This "Asmudrahimachal" (Surrounded by Sea and Mountains) is My Bengal - the mountain whose guard, the sea whose trench...
Surova's POV
It was still too late for the Bahrampur train to arrive. I am sitting in the market front of ' Shobhabazar Rajbari' (Also spell : Sovabazar).
It was like a famine in the fifties one morning wrapped in a thin fog like I'd heard from my grandparents years ago when I was little.
A little farther on, on the station road, I saw a strange beast beside a military barracks. Slowly coming forward on four legs. It has no resemblance to any known animal.
His two eyes are shining even in the fog. Two eyes are glowing in the fog. If I was alone, I would faint in fear.
Because there was a magic in the sight of that eye, which made the blood of the chest freeze.
The figure came closer. What is eating from the dust of the road. His two burning eyes seemed to be searching something in the fog.
Two paws in front of him just like a human hand. The fingers seem to be a little narrower towards the end. There is no hair on the body. Which creature?
I was stunned when I came face to face. Man's son is nectar. A naked boy of twelve or thirteen years. The brush has fallen off. Can't walk.
That's why he walks on four legs like an animal. Eats rice and gram in the market streets.
I ran to the station. But even today those two burning eyes drive me crazy. I looked at the gold-strewn river with both hands and heard her breathing.
He is identifying those murderers with the finger of a narrow leak - those who are hanging on to death in the city, in the village, in the port, in the barn, who are not letting the people live with their heads held high.
Those two burning eyes want peace. In the golden crop of the green field all over the heart, green fields of Bengal, the farmer should be filled with round paddy.
Peace in the arms of the people who are free from bondage in the factory. No more war, no more starvation. Millions of strong hands this time independent happy life, this time peace...
'Asmudrahimachal' is guarding this Bengal with two burning eyes in the thick darkness of war and famine and he is trying to stand on two legs by lifting both hands from the ground. Raise your hand, help him...
From next the mysterious village incidents are starting so stay tuned for upcoming chapters 🙃
