Aparichita-Rabindranath Tagore

আজ আমার বয়স সাতাশ মাত্র। এ জীবনটা না দৈর্ঘ্যের হিসাবে বড়ো, না গুণের হিসাবে। তবু ইহার একটু বিশেষ মূল্য আছে। ইহা সেই ফুলের মতো যাহার বুকের উপরে ভ্রমর আসিয়া বসিয়াছিল, এবং সেই পদক্ষেপের ইতিহাস তাহার জীবনের মাঝখানে ফলের মতো গুটি ধরিয়া উঠিয়াছে।

When money and love collide which will survive the battle? This is a story of a young man who is afraid of his dominating uncle and let's his uncle take control of his life. When he comes face to face with beauty and love, does he follow his heart or let his uncle walk over him? Will passion prove stronger than power? Will love conquer all or is it too late? Today, I was only twenty-seven. As the length of life is not the greatest, not the quality. Still, it's worth a little special. It is like the flowers of which came bee sitting on the chest, and the actions of his life history as a pawn caught up in the middle of the fruit.

When money and love collide which will survive the battle? This is a story of a young man who is afraid of his dominating uncle and let's his uncle take control of his life. When he comes face to face with beauty and love, does he follow his heart or let his uncle walk over him? Will passion prove stronger than power? Will love conquer all or is it too late?