Monthly Archives: January 2009

This is beautiful ! Try not to cry

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I found this story a few days back…just go through it & have a moment of thought…

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: ‘How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?’ The surgeon said, ‘I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.’ Sally said, ‘Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?’ The surgeon asked, ‘Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.’

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. ‘Would you like a lock of his hair?’ the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, ‘It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. ‘I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.’ She went on, ‘My Jimmy had a heart of gold.. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.’
Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult.. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.
The letter said:

‘Dear Mom,know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say ‘I Love You’. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘where was He when I needed him?’ ‘God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m
sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore the cancer is all
> gone.. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

Rater Adhare

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Ami eka bose chade mathay niye kalo akasher samiyana
Dekhi se dur bohutal building er chade abiram alor nirob anagona
Choragopta ingiter jonaki pothochari
Ar sthobir bridge er upar garider abisrantto paychari
Paser barir ghortay akhon o alo jalche, mayabi anuraran
Janalay darano meyetir nirob unmukh akuti-aahban
Khinochanchal batashe se hariye jawa priyar perfume er gandho
Santo poribeshe bhese ase train er oboram gharghar ar jangdhora redio er sabdo
Pagal-mon amar rater adhare hatre beray jiboner rangeenota
Tarar oshpostto aloy diary er patay jibonmrito srishtir medurota

Akankha

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Ae kobitar potobhumita ej theke 5 bochor age shristi hoyechilo. Ami je chemistry teacher er kache porte jetam unar barir samne kochuripanay dhaka ekti chotto pukur chilo. Sedin ami baire dariye ager batchtar pora sesh hobar wait korchilam. Se somoy e shristi a Kobitatir..


Ami ekti chotto pukur.
Aboddho parer gandite, bhabuk sthirota..
Kintu sapno-spandan tate chirantan abiram-dheuer alorone.
Akankha; ae salpo ashthirota chere
Uddam nadite, tarpor uttal sagare mishe jawar.
Kintu a chotto adhare sanchoy samanno joler.
Abar, parer gachgulir nirob bhrukutiu sihorito kore amake.
Kintu ami jani – ar bus kichu somoyer opekkha.
Abarer barshay, Paper badhon dingiye agiye jabo nadir dike.
Apekkha sudhu megher,-
Ami jani amr Karmo-surjo;
Sudur sagorer dheuder abossoe megh banabe.
Ar sudiner batash-
Niye ashbe take amar kache.
Ae khudrota amar simaboddhota noy,
Diganttorekha hobe amar simana.
Amar moddhe agun jalche,
Abishaser sitolota nebhate parbena take;
Kenona, amar Akankhar aguner ushnota jaliye khak kore debe se sitolotake.