The pain of being humiliated. And even in the traditional life here, sometimes there is a touch of color. written by Arindam Mukherjee Binku
In the festival of colors. The wave of being overwhelmed by the intoxication of color by becoming an upper arm. The sound of open clapping, clapping and uludhvani covered the faded picture of the widow. Whether for a day. That too is like a daydream to many widows of this society even today. According to the scriptures, the last festival of the Vaishnava festival is Holi or Dol festival. For our generation, the swing was a time of love, with a little Abir...