In the courtyard of Taru-Mona, there was a gathering of Asadha stories - everyone came, they also came. No one believed my Asadha story - I know you won't either. They are all our ghost friends. Often comes to chat. They love to hear stories and jokes.
They especially like the jokes of the martyrs. Tarur doesn't like taking pictures with his camera. Because the look of one person is beetle, it is more horrible when you smile. If I looked like that, I would not agree to take photos.
However, there is a ghost mode in Taru's camera, so there is no way for the children to hide. Listening to Kaberi's song, a mambo ghost is crazy! Whether he says he will catch her, Bhagya's hair was not open.
I explained a lot and said goodbye to the ghost. However, he said that from now on, if there is any song program of Kaberi, he should be informed. Hidimba's ghost is sitting right in front. Hidimba doesn't talk much.
I really like mango chutney made by Mona. However, he can't eat because he doesn't have teeth - he sucks it and puts it in the bowl again. I have scolded so many people for feeding them sticky food. Who listens to whom. Says, "Kinsum happen na." I shouted, "I'll tell everyone." Whether he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go."
How many things ghosts are very strange! As they have no sense of nationality. Why? If a Bengali dies, he will be a Bengali ghost, if a Bihari dies, he will be a Bihari ghost, if an American dies, he will be an American ghost. But no - that's not happening. Because, after becoming a ghost, they don't have any country, border, border, immigration.
When you can go wherever you want, you can stay as long as you are happy. That means the whole world is their country. Much like John Lennon's 'Imagine'. I asked about the language. The ghost said, "We talk through telepathy, language is not an issue there." Therefore there is no language-based division of ghosts. And religion? That is the thing of this world.
The ghost said confidently, "Don't you remember Lalon Shaw's song? If you die, you will get heavenly food, but the mind does not listen to it. In the greed of the rest, who in this world leaves the cash debt. We have no confusion in the hereafter. ” But origin from man but division, there is no division, it cannot be.
The ghost said, “Yes. There are two kinds of ghosts - good and bad. " I asked, "What's that like?" The answer of the ghost is, “Those who cannot give up the greed, lust, anger, fascination of this life completely are evil ghosts.
Sometimes he relies on people to do evil to them. ” I said, "Then all the misdeeds that are happening around are the work of ghosts?" The ghost said, "Of course. Once you can ride on the shoulders of people, it is difficult to release.
It is difficult to heal a person without a strong witch and if he cannot shake properly. ” I said, "Does that mean burning mustard, burning pepper, beating with a broom?" The ghost said with great contempt, "Don't worry, it's all an old custom. My massage is the post given by your village Kabiraj. All these were given to the young girls of the village. Now we need modern methods. For example, police remand, RAB sticks, tear gas canisters, sound bombs exploding.
The ghost was about to say something more, I stopped and said, "Well, do you know about Shafi Hazur in this custody?" What kind of heroism is it in his old age? ” After a moment of silence, the ghost said, “His case is complicated.
The story is a bit long, it takes time. ” I said, "Don't say that." Why are you chasing me again? ” The ghost said, "Your chase is not mine. Hifazat will chase you if you go anywhere after hearing the story of your lord. ” It hurt to hear the ghost. I said proudly, "Hey, take care of yourself.
I saw that in the middle of the night, after eating the beautiful cane house of the police in the buttocks, I ran away shaking my waist in the rhythm of Bharat Natyam under the hanging Punjabi. If you fall into the trap, that jihadi joss will not last long. ” The ghost snorted and said with a smile, "You're right. That is the modern medical system. ” The ghost sat down on the window sill of my window and said, "Well, I'll tell you from the beginning. Here's a brief account of what happened to Mando the ghost."
Shafi has spent his life in hostels as a student of Huzur Madrasa. When he returned home after passing, his parents talked about marriage. But the boy is indifferent about marriage. After much deliberation, Shafi admitted that he did not like girls. Girls are sinful.
The place of origin of all sinful deeds, and so on and so forth. Anyway, the marriage went well, but even on the night of the wedding, Shafi did not enter the living room. Went to the Maktab dormitory. He likes to stay with young students there. This is how the day goes. Unable to bear the negligence at one point, the wife committed suicide by eating folidol.
It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. The matter was kept under wraps to avoid social embarrassment. Meanwhile, the widow died and became a penny.
Death by accident. Even though he was a petni, the anger of his life remained with Mr. Shafi. Next to the house was a bushy tamarind tree. Who doesn't know that ghosts love to live in tamarind trees?
So that Pitney's wife started living in that tamarind tree. I have already said that ghosts travel freely everywhere. No burqa, no hat. Pete's wife caught all the jury of Mr. Shafi this time.
One day on the night of the new moon, he jumped on the neck of the lord. Shafi went straight into Hazur's heart. Woe to the food! He who did not find a place in his heart died and took possession of it. Mando's eyes got wet as he spoke. Anyway, long story short - when you see a girl, saliva falls in the heart of the lord.
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