Rainy Day

And as the rain slowly faded into a gentle drizzle, the world outside glistened with freshness. The streets shimmered, the trees stood greener, and the air felt lighter than before. A quiet calm settled in, wrapping everything with peace. It was as if the rain had washed away not just the dust of the earth, but the worries of the day too. With a grateful heart and a smile, the story of this rainy day came to a gentle end. 🌧️✨

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ঢাকা কলেজ-সিটি কলেজ সংঘর্ষ, আহত ১০

সায়েন্স ল্যাবে ঢাকা ও সিটি কলেজের শিক্ষার্থীদের মধ্যে সংঘর্ষ। আজ বৃহস্পতিবার বেলা সাড়ে ১১টার দিকে এই সংঘর্ষ শুরু হয়

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রাজধানীর সায়েন্স ল্যাবে ঢাকা কলেজ ও সিটি কলেজের শিক্ষার্থীদের মধ্যে দফায় দফায় সংঘর্ষে পুলিশসহ অন্তত ১০ জন আহত হয়েছেন। বৃহস্পতিবার বেলা সাড়ে ১১টার দিকে এই ঘটনা শুরু হয়। ইটপাটকেল নিক্ষেপ ও লাঠিসোটা নিয়ে পাল্টাপাল্টি ধাওয়ার ঘটনা ঘটে।পুলিশ বলছে, এ সময় দুই পক্ষ পুলিশের ওপরেও হামলা চালায়। ঘটনাস্থলে পুলিশকেও লাঠিপেটা করতে দেখা গেছে। বেলা দুইটার দিকে শেষ খবর পাওয়া পর্যন্ত দুই পক্ষ রাস্তার এক পাশে অবস্থান নিয়েছে। পুলিশ ঘটনাস্থলে রয়েছে।

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Nice cloudy weather

High above the earth, the sky wore a soft gray cloak, stitched together with drifting clouds that moved like wandering thoughts. The air was cool, gentle, and calm, carrying with it the faint scent of rain yet to fall. Sunlight hid shyly behind the layers of white and silver, peeking through now and then, painting patches of brightness on the ground.

Birds flew low, their wings brushing against the heavy air, while the trees swayed as if whispering secrets to the clouds. It wasn’t gloomy—it was peaceful, as though the whole world had decided to rest beneath the comforting shade of the sky.

People walked slowly, umbrellas in hand just in case, but with smiles that said they were enjoying this softness. It was the kind of weather that made one want to sit by a window with a warm cup of tea, watching the sky change shape, feeling safe and small beneath its vast, dreamy canvas

Beautiful Weather

Beautiful weather Beautiful weather

The morning sun rose softly over the horizon, painting the sky with shades of gold and pink. A cool breeze danced through the trees, carrying the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. Birds sang joyfully, as if they too were celebrating the perfect day.

Children ran barefoot across the fresh grass, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves. Farmers looked at their fields with gratitude, for the rain of the past days had nourished the soil, and now the sunshine promised growth.

By afternoon, the sky remained clear, its deep blue stretching endlessly. Families enjoyed picnics beneath the shade of old trees, and neighbors gathered on porches to sip tea and share stories. The weather was neither too hot nor too cool—it felt like nature’s own embrace, wrapping everyone in peace.

As evening approached, the sunset painted the world with soft orange and lavender hues. The day ended with the whisper of the wind and the sparkle of the first stars, leaving behind a memory of harmony, a reminder that sometimes the simplest gift—a beautiful day—can bring the deepest joy.

Beautiful Flowers

Once upon a time, in a quiet little village, there was a girl named Lila who loved flowers more than anything else. She didn’t have much—her shoes were old, her clothes were simple—but her tiny garden was the brightest spot in the whole village.

Every morning, Lila watered her flowers, whispered kind words to them, and smiled as if they were her best friends. The flowers bloomed more beautifully in her garden than anywhere else—roses shone like rubies, sunflowers stood tall like golden suns, and lilies glowed like starlight.

One day, the villagers asked,

“Lila, how do your flowers grow so beautifully? We water ours, but they never shine the way yours do.”

Lila smiled and said softly,

“Maybe it’s because I give them not just water, but love. Every flower needs a little kindness to bloom.”

The villagers began caring for their flowers with the same love and patience. Soon, the entire village was filled with gardens so bright and colorful that travelers would stop just to admire them.

And from that day on, the little village became known as The Garden of Kindness, all because of one girl and her beautiful

flowers. 🌷✨

Beautiful Hill

There was a small village cradled between forests and rivers, where everyone lived simple lives. At the edge of the village stood a tall, emerald hill. The villagers called it Sundara Hill, for every sunrise painted its slopes with gold, and every sunset crowned it with crimson fire.

To the villagers, Sundara Hill was ordinary—just a place where goats grazed and children played. But to young Aanya, the hill was alive. She believed the hill whispered to her in the wind, carried her dreams in its streams, and held secrets in the rustling trees.

One evening, as the sky burned orange, Aanya climbed to the top. For the first time, she sat still and listened. The world below—fields, rivers, rooftops—looked so small, yet so perfect. The hill seemed to murmur, “Beauty is not just in how the world looks, but in how you see it.”

From that day on, Aanya carried Sundara Hill within her heart. When she grew older and traveled far from the village, she would close her eyes, remember that golden view, and feel peace.

And so, the hill became more than just earth and stone. For Aanya, it became a teacher, a friend, and a reminder that beauty is everywhere—if only you pause to see it.