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প্রহর(PRAHARA)(TIME)

SinchanBanerjee

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Reads 82
Votes 6
Parts 8
Time 9m

SinchanBanerjee

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It's not a story,it's a bunch of poems. Each poem describes a particular time of a day. According to "VEDAS",a full day has 8 total parts.They are called "PRAHARA".Each of them consits 3 hours of time.4 of them are in the part of "DINACHARIYA"(Day time) and other 4 are of "RATRICHARIYA"(Night time).
   Besides,every poem style is different than each other. Cause we can describe things with the help of different type,style,tradition,rituals and many more for a particular thing,to make sequence more perfect and touchy. That's why I studied about many traditional facts,rituals,contries and more to get the specimen for to apply here to make it feel the best as much as possible for me. So u can find vibes of many different countries, religions etc etc different in each of them.
    So here are those poems by which I tried to uphold the vibes of different times of a full day.All Rights Reserved

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It was a quiet evening, the kind that felt suspended in time. I was sitting alone on the Ghat of the Ganga, where the world seemed to fall away, leaving me with nothing but the sound of the river and the soft rustling of leaves. The evening air was cool, carrying a faint scent of earth and water. No one came here, and that's why I liked it. It was my moment of solitude, my moment to think. As I sat, I found myself lost in a thought I often wondered about-what is love, really? What does it feel like? Is it just a fleeting rush of emotions, a spark of passion that fades with time? Or is it something deeper, something timeless that lives beyond the moments of life we know? And then, something caught my eye. A couple, walking hand in hand by the riverbank, their steps slow and in sync. Their silence was profound, but there was a conversation happening in the space between them-one that didn't need words. Their eyes spoke volumes, telling a story of something much larger than what they were. It wasn't just love; it was destiny. As I watched them, I realized that they weren't just together for this life; they were destined to be together across many lifetimes. In their gazes, I could feel the weight of time-how their love wasn't bound by the confines of one birth. No, this was love that had spanned the ages, something that would live on long after their bodies had returned to the earth. It was written in the stars, sealed by fate. Their presence, so quiet yet so full of meaning, reminded me of the story I'd been chasing-a story of souls bound together through time, of love that couldn't be erased, even by the greatest of obstacles. As I sat there, I realized I had found the heart of the story I needed to tell. It wasn't just about the people; it was about the journey, the connection, and the love that survives everything-even time itself.

The Twisted Tales by LuciferKreuger

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It was a quiet evening, the kind that felt suspended in time. I was sitting alone on the Ghat of the Ganga, where the world seemed to fall away, leaving me with nothing but the sound of the river and the soft rustling of leaves. The evening air was cool, carrying a faint scent of earth and water. No one came here, and that's why I liked it. It was my moment of solitude, my moment to think. As I sat, I found myself lost in a thought I often wondered about-what is love, really? What does it feel like? Is it just a fleeting rush of emotions, a spark of passion that fades with time? Or is it something deeper, something timeless that lives beyond the moments of life we know? And then, something caught my eye. A couple, walking hand in hand by the riverbank, their steps slow and in sync. Their silence was profound, but there was a conversation happening in the space between them-one that didn't need words. Their eyes spoke volumes, telling a story of something much larger than what they were. It wasn't just love; it was destiny. As I watched them, I realized that they weren't just together for this life; they were destined to be together across many lifetimes. In their gazes, I could feel the weight of time-how their love wasn't bound by the confines of one birth. No, this was love that had spanned the ages, something that would live on long after their bodies had returned to the earth. It was written in the stars, sealed by fate. Their presence, so quiet yet so full of meaning, reminded me of the story I'd been chasing-a story of souls bound together through time, of love that couldn't be erased, even by the greatest of obstacles. As I sat there, I realized I had found the heart of the story I needed to tell. It wasn't just about the people; it was about the journey, the connection, and the love that survives everything-even time itself.