The dream suddenly blacked out and he sat up on his bed. His eyes glowing with utmost fright and his body shivering as an aftermath of what he has just seen in his dream, a night mare or a dreamlike vision? He took the glass of water and drank it ravenously to soften his throat which had turned arid like wood.
He was walking along the rail like, high above the lake flowing just below it. The express train has just left the station a few minutes ago and the line tracks were still warm. As far as he could see in front, the sight was only of high, green trees overlapping each other. The ground was dark with green bushes and the atmosphere there was filled with thick, filthy air. As he entered the wood, the place turned shadowy and murky as the trees obscured the interception of sunlight. Suddenly, he felt dizzy, his brain nerves were almost bursting out in excess blood pressure. It was some kind of illusion formed round him. He started hearing voice which was totally diversed from any usual human voice. Few moments later, he realized the voice came from the trees surrounding him. They said humans were destroying all the greeneries and unbalancing the world's eco-system. So the mental pressure created inside him was only to make him understand message on how the trees felt when they were cut down and how hard it was for them to breathe through the dusty, smoggy and venomous air created by humans and their creations.
This realization process through human dream was to create awareness among humans about what threat they were creating to themselves.
One of the trees, stretched its branches and pulled him up. Another tree implanted a plant tissue in the human brain which enables the human to feel a plant's distress.
A tree said that they implanted thousands of plant tissues on humans and its injurious effect was that whenever any plant would be destroyed, a human has to sacrifice his life as the plant cell in his brain damages the nervous system. The human was then let down on the ground and he returned back over the railway. Suddenly, a massive blow of wind displaced him from the rail line and he fell deep down in the lake.
Two days later, the man had seen this dream, he was found dead in his bathtub, drowned on the tub water. After a forensic report had arrived on the reason of the famous botanical researcher who was found dead on his bath tub, it was found that he died in epilepsy, a disease of the nervous system which causes unconsciousness. But none was aware, that it was just a strange coincidence with the botanist's dream.
By Tridib Saha
The Nightingale and the Rose
I am going to share a sad story with you. The story is written by Oscar Wilde and is about a Nightingale who was willing to die for love.
There was a student who was in love with a Professor's daughter. She said , if the student brought her a red rose she would dance with him. The student felt sad because he couldn't find a red rose. A nightingale heard his sobs. She felt sorry for him and wanted to help him because she knew this was 'true love'. She stretched her wings and flew away hoping to find a red rose. She found three rose trees, but they had white, yellow and pink roses on them. Then she spotted a red blood rose tree beside the student's window in the garden. She went to the tree and asked if it could give her a red rose. The tree replied that a cruel storm had shrivelled up the rose buds and there were no red roses. The Nightingale asked if there was any way to get a red rose. The tree answered that there was a certain way to get a red rose but it would make her heart tremble when she would hear it. The tree said, "you will have to give your life for the red rose".
What do you think the Nightingale said? The Nightingale said "I am ready". The tree asked her to come back when the moon was up in the sky. When she came back the tree said, "press your heart against one of my thorns." She pressed against the thorn and all night long she sang sweet and sad songs. The thorn went deeper into her breast and when morning came life slowly ebbed away from her. All her heart blood went into the thorn and a blood red rose was born. The dead Nightingale was lying at the foot of the tree.
The same morning the student took the red rose and gave it to the professor's daughter. But alas! She did not want the red rose anymore because she had got three shiny pearls from a rich man. Then the student threw the red rose out of the window. A cart wheel crushed it. My heart broke when I read this. The poor Nightingale gave her life for a lover who did not know what love meant. I felt sorry for the Nightingale.
By Pavana Khan
The SAT Fever
With several of my friends taking or about to take their SAT's, I feel jealous of all those having normal, sane conversations. Recently no one I know speaks without using ridiculously outrageous adjectives or at least three synonyms for each word. How long can one stand this nuisance? It is driving me insane, incensed and exasperated!
Let us consider
a certain conversation I had with a friend.
By Kazi Dalia
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