প্ৰজ্ঞা-An intuition

 

During my university days, just before my 1st semester final exam, I fell seriously ill with a high fever. It was during the COVID-19 pandemic, and news of my illness quickly spread across the university. At that time, many people were more worried about whether I would be able to appear for the exam than about my health. If I tested positive, I would have to wait until the next year to take the exam—no re-exam would be allowed. That evening, I started feeling unwell, and my parents only came to know at night. Since I was in Dibrugarh, they couldn’t come immediately. I felt completely broken—physically weak and mentally exhausted. But one friend, who wasn’t even my roommate, stood by me. The care she showed during that time still leaves me speechless. She didn’t think about her own health or exams—she just took care of me. I still wonder how someone can be so selfless. Luckily, my COVID test came back negative. But whenever I think of care and kindness, I always remember her. I have so...

I want to document every little detail of my daily life—not for anyone else to see, but for myself. Every fleeting moment, every thought, emotion, sound, and quiet corner of my day holds meaning for me. I believe that even the most ordinary experiences—like the way sunlight falls on my desk in the morning, the scent of tea leaves, or the quiet rhythm of my footsteps—deserve to be remembered. Writing them down helps me slow down and connect with myself more deeply. It's my way of preserving the invisible threads that weave each day together, creating a personal archive of who I am and how I live.

  06/07/2025~নিয়মীয়া বাৰ্তা কাকতত প্ৰকাশিত

I believe everything in life is a form of art — the way you live, how you dress, how you speak and love. It’s in your smile, your thoughts, your dreams. It’s in what you believe in and how you carry yourself. It’s in the meals you cook, the way you write, the things you choose, even your grocery list. The way you decorate your space, express your feelings, or move through each day — all of it is art. Life itself is a masterpiece in motion.

T oday, in my quiet leisure, I spent hours watching The Cottage Fairy . Her world feels like a soft lullaby—wrapped in forest stillness, handwoven routines, and the gentle rhythm of mindful living. I found myself pausing, rewinding, and watching again—just to catch the subtle magic in her everyday life. I began jotting down the little things that spoke to me: the way she begins her mornings with tea and sunlight, how she tends to her space with care, how she moves slowly, like time isn't something to chase but to cherish. There’s a healing presence in her simplicity—a kind of soul-soothing silence that makes me want to slow down too. Her rituals remind me that beauty exists in ordinary moments...in folded linen, wildflowers in glass jars, handwritten letters, and the way light spills through a window. Watching her felt like a gentle nudge to live with more intention, more tenderness, and more presence. Today, I didn’t just watch her videos—I documented a feeling, a reminder of h...

Th eme: “ Soft Echoes Of Today ” Date: June 25, 2025 It was a quiet, slow day. Two old songs by Jayanta Hazarika played in the background. His voice felt peaceful, like a memory. Later, a story by  Saurabh  Kumar Chaliha  was read. The writing was simple but deep—it made the heart feel calm. "ৰাতিপুৱা ৰবীন্দ্র-সংগীতৰ সুৰত নিখিলৰ টোপনি ভাঙিল। এটি আগেয়ে নুশুনা গান। কাণ দুখন অলপ সজাগ কৰি তাৰ কথাবোৰ বুজিবৰ সি এবাৰ ব্যৰ্থ চেষ্টা কৰিলে। চকু মেলি সি দেখিলে কোঠাত তাৰ স্বচ্ছ পোহৰ। খিৰিকিৰ ফুটাৰ ভিতৰেৰে বাহিৰৰ সূর্য-ৰশ্মি ভিতৰলৈ এটা সৰু ৰেখাৰে সোমাই আহিছে, ইতস্ততঃ বিক্ষিপ্ত ধূলিকণাৰ সহায়ত স্পষ্ট দেখা গৈছে তাৰ পথ। পোহৰৰ ঋজুৰেখ গতি..." অশান্ত ইলেক্ট্ৰন A small red petal fell on the notebook while reading. It stayed there, like a soft visitor. Wearing a blue kurti added to the stillness of the day. Everything felt calm, quiet, and full of meaning—even without many words. 🌿 Nature Moment(প্ৰকৃতিৰ সৈতে সাহচৰ্য): Went outside with my father today, sitting quietly in the car. The ...