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A new beginning

 

Welcome to my corner of the internet, where I share the musings and reflections that have accompanied me throughout my life. Writing has always been more than just a pastime—it has been a sanctuary where I can give form to the endless stream of thoughts, questions, and observations that populate my mind. Through these words, I aim to create something enduring, a testament to the intricate tapestry of experiences and ideas that shape who I am. Here, you’ll find insights on topics that stir my curiosity, moments of introspection, and glimpses into the enigmatic depths of human nature. As William Wordsworth once said, “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” I invite you to join me as I delve into the questions and stories that define my journey. Let’s explore, ponder, and reflect together.

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  1. Hazel7 December 2024 at 22:44

    Sammy, I am pretty surprised to see that you remember 'Miss Bookish Reflects' when I had myself quite forgotten it! If Suvro Sir would have read this, I am sure he would have pointed you out to us as proud as a peacock saying that "dekh, Samadrita i khali lekha bapar ta bujheche". And in the same vein, let me say that it is a indeed pity that so many people will never really know what it takes to weave the threads of words into such magical sentences that surpasses reality and what pleasure lies in it! And to think that rare minds like yours are vandalized by the mindless ignorance of society! Above all, I am beginning to wonder if ignorance indeed is bliss...

    I shall be happy to read more of such pieces from you, and who knows, maybe write one or two for you too?

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  2. Samadrita12 December 2024 at 22:07

    Ah, It's not every day that one gets a Suvro Sir reference, and to top it off, I can practically hear him saying, "Dekho, Samadrita is now officially a word-weaving wizard!" (Proud peacock mode fully activated, of course.)

    Thank you for the kind words—it’s rare to find someone who sees the real joy and craft in stringing words together, like stitching a fine tapestry (or at least one that doesn’t unravel halfway) and it's always a joy when someone else sees the magic in the madness!And yes, ignorance may very well be bliss, but only for those fortunate enough not to realize what they’re missing. We, however, must suffer the pleasure of knowing better, sigh.

    As for your generous offer to write something for me—careful now, you might regret tempting me! I’d absolutely love to read anything you create, and maybe together, we’ll give Suvro Sir another reason to puff up with pride.

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