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Testimony of a Ghost Runner

It seemed that I had been waiting for eternity. Annoyed and worried, pacing up and down the room, time and again, I stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched family of a stray cat and her kittens, curling up over each others’ body for warmth, beneath the shade of the entrance, there was no spec of life around. The shadow of street light in the shallow pool of rainwater beneath the light post is rippling in wind. A sudden yet very short spell of gusty wind broke a few branches of neem tree in the yard. Faint rumbling of thunder from higher clouds was persistent noise for that half of the day. Was it a knock at my door? I turned back and found Gjuly meddling with Fidgety.

Gjuly happened to be my pet ghost. It used to be so ghostly that it never had a gender. It never thought but acted. That was all I need. But my other pet ghosts were not same. Some of them used to be very argumentative. I kept them mostly for those days when I used to find myself in scarcity of wit…
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বাংলা মিনি সাগার প্রথম সংকলন হাফসেঞ্চুরি পাওয়া যাচ্ছে

বাংলা ভাষায় মিনি সাগার প্রথম সংকলন। লেখকেরও প্রথম বই। এতে আছে ৫০টি বিভিন্ন স্বাদের মিনি সাগা, যার থেকে কিছু মিনি সাগা সৃষ্টি ও কর্ণিকা ওয়েবম্যাগ দুটিতে ছাপা হয়েছে। বইয়ের ভূমিকায় লেখক বলেছেনঃ
“দি ডেইলি টেলিগ্রাফ আয়োজিত ১৯৯৯ সালের মিনি সাগা প্রতিযোগিতার নিয়ম – পঞ্চাশ শব্দের মধ্যে গল্পের শুরু, বিস্তার, শেষ; শিরোনাম সর্বাধিক পনের শব্দের, হাইফেন দিয়ে জোড়া শব্দের সংখ্যা লেখকের স্বেচ্ছাধীন -মেনে এই সংকলনের পঞ্চাশটা মিনি সাগা লিখেছি।
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Complain to the Election Commission of India

To,
PGRS Cell, ECI

Subject: Total Prohibition on use of Amplifiers, Banners and Roadside Stages in Election campaign

Dear ECI,

       We are already receiving campaign contents through text messages to our cell phones. Besides, there are election  campaigns through social media, viz., FaceBook, WhatsApp and YouTube. Also, there are campaigns through advertising slots of Radio (FM and AM [short, mediam, broad waves]) and television. Messages from political parties, their conglomerates, individual candidates, candidates' aides are anyway before us all the time. 

       Thus, old ways of campaigning through amplifiers are redundant. If election time amplifier usage can totally be prohibited then it can be prohibited for religious purposes, too. Amplifiers disturbs students, agonizes patients, annoys children and elderly people, distract drivers and pedestrians. It causes disruptions in life. 

       Similarly, banners sprouting from any public pole and angle is redundant. Moreover, B…