More on Maya

She was putting alta on her feet when I met her for the first time. And she was in a brilliant red sari. And she was kinda humming. The tune was a bit gloomy and sad though her face got a nice smile. And she was watching the vivid red on her fair feet leaning her head again and again.
This scene has been printed deep in my head permanently, I think. Every time I close my eyes I see it so clearly that it seems she is just going to open her eyelids to look at me. And I kept waiting for that moment but it never came.
The train left the station, adjacent to Maya's shanty, just when she touched her left foot with the cotton dipped in the red alta. If could be said a coincidence. But it was not. Because everything in this world are related to each other. The train couldn't leave the station until Maya touch her feet to color it.

Largest number of people is taken hostage in the history

160 million people is taken in a hostage. Have you ever heard? Ransom? Oh yea! There is a ransom. They want the chair.
They are killing one or two or fifty together everyday. Sometimes they are a bit kind. They are just burning people alive, instead of killing. But at the end they are dying though, but it their fault.
The one already on the chair is also killing so that kidnapper is blamed. They are stealing the ransom drop.
Well ...

You are a part of the nature

People of the earth always forget that they are only a part of the nature. But they act as if the nature is served on the table to eat up. They just forget if they destroy the earth they have nowhere to go. Do they have a 2nd place to live on?

Every soul on the earth, except human, try to save the planet what they live on. They try to take care of what they need to survive. But only human is trying to destroy it instead. Who know why they have been trying hard to finish it from the very first day they started their journey.

This is obvious that mother nature will not let the bus
iness go as usual so easily. It will take over.

talk in riddles 01

I want to write because I want to write. I can't write because I didn't want to write. I couldn't write because I wanted to write but I couldn't. That's what I wanted to write. That's what I couldn't write. And that's what it is all about.

Now I decided to write again because I couldn't write for the last few days. That's what I want to write about. I want to find out why and exactly why I couldn't write and I want to write on it.

I want to make you happy by my writing. And I want to stop writing to make you happy. I want to write about you so that you are happy. I want to stop writing so that you are happy.

I wish I could be happy. I wish I would be able to make you happy.

Push

I don't like you to push me. I want you to understand me.

I have my own pace to act, to think and to love. Sometimes I feel as if you don't want my love. You want something else and in cases what I can't afford.

Sometimes it's just suffocating. Sometimes it stops my thinking.

But still I want to play your game in your pace in your way.

Maya

The word Maya in Bangla means affection, attachment, fascination, infatuation, mystery, magic, trick, witchcraft, unreal, illusion, nature, phantom, disguise and many more.

When I met the girl called Maya, a name taken by herself, I found almost every meanings in and around her. She is a prostitute and only a prostitute can have all those words and their effects around her. It makes sense.

And as she really would be happy if her story is written, I ended up being deployed to write the story.

It took a tremendous journey to see her journey through the real and unreal life.