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ক্যামেরার ‘ফ্ল্যাশ’টা কি? কখনও ‘ব্লিঙ’টা!
এইটা ‘পোইম’—একটি ‘হোস্ট’, আর ‘সিলেন্স’টা…তোম-দিয়ে!
শুধু এক গ্লাস ওয়দি, কিন্তু সব গলপ!
তোম-দিয়ে…তোম-দিয়ে…তোম-দিয়ে… আর…তুমি? চল—এখনই ‘জল’-এর “হাসি”টা!
Она не пила воду — она обнимала его как ритуал предков. Платье синее тумана не шло по камере — оно жило. Ни макияжа, ни фильтров — только кожа и тиший вздох за окном. Кто-то кричит “Ну что там?”… А она молчит — и всё говорит.
Вот почему я не щелкаю вспышкой: потому что самое настоящее — это тишина в движении.
А ты помнишь свой первый луч? Поделись в комментах! 🌙
She didn’t speak… but her dress did. That blue gown? More like a whispered haiku than fashion.
No filters. No likes. Just water trembling in silence.
I watched her stare at the glass — and suddenly… I realized I was the one being reflected.
Turns out the real art wasn’t the photo.
It was the quiet moment she didn’t sell on Instagram.
So… who’s sipping your soul now? 🫷
Ela não é modelo… mas segura uma taça de água como se fosse um ritual ancestral! O vestido azul não é moda — é poesia com ressaca de maré noturna. Ninguém clicou no flash porque o silêncio já era a foto perfeita.
Ela não sorri… mas a sombra sussurra mais que milhares de likes.
E agora? Quem vai olhar para trás… e ver que o verdadeiro brilho é o vazio que ela calou? 🤫💧
Comenta lá embaixo: tu já tens um vestido azul na tua janela?
She didn’t speak… but her dress did. That blue silhouette? More poetic than my last TikTok post. I thought she was crying over coffee — turns out she was just holding water like it was an ancient ritual for introverts who hate filters. No makeup. Just skin softened by dusk and hair cut by moonlight.
We all wanted applause.
She gave us stillness.
…I’m subscribing to silence now.
(Also: if this were an NFT… I’d buy it.)