ଗାଁ ରେ ଦେଖିଲି ଯାହା ସାରଦା ପ୍ରସାଦ ମିଶ୍ର ମାର୍ଗଶୀର ମାସ ଶେଷ ସପ୍ତାହରେଯାଇଥିଲି ନିଜ ଗ୍ରାମେମୁକୁଳା ପବନ ଆଲୁଅ ପାଇଁକିବାସନା ଜ।ଗିଲା ମନେ ।ମାର୍ଗଶୀର ମାସ ମାସ ମଧ୍ୟେ ଶ୍ରେଷ୍ଠମହାଲକ୍ଷ୍ମୀଙ୍କର ବ୍ରତକାନ୍ଥ ଚଟାଣରେ ଶୋଭା ପାଉଥିଲାସୁନ୍ଦର ଝୋଟି ସର୍ବତ୍ର।ଆଗକୁ ପଡ଼ିବ ଶେଷ ଗୁରୁବାରମ।ଣ ବସା ଘରେ ଘରେମ।ଣ ଲୁଗା ଧୋଇ ବୋହୁଟି ପିଣ୍ଡାରେବସି ଧନ ବେଣୀ କରେ ।ପ।ଣ୍ଡୁର ପଉଷ ଧୂସର ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟାରେଜେନା ସାହି ଓସ୍ତ ମୂଳେଦାଆ ଯୋତ ଧରି ବନମାଳୀ ପାଳଧାନ ବିଡା ଠୁଳ […]
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When Hearts Remember What Distance Cannot Erase By Lokanath Mishra ( A letter from a wife to her husband) My Beloved, When I close my eyes in the quiet of the night, I don’t see walls or distances—I see you.Somehow, even miles away, my breath still knows its way back to your heartbeat. I want
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ବରଷ ଶେଷର ମିଳନ ସାରଦା ପ୍ରସାଦ ମିଶ୍ର ଇଂରାଜୀ ବରଷ କଡ ଲେଉଟିବଆଜି ତାର ଶେଷ ଦିନଆନନ୍ଦେ ବିଷ।ଦେ ବିତିଥିବା କ୍ଷଣଛାଡିଯାଏ ତାର ଚିହ୍ନ ।ପୁରାତନ କଥା ଭୁଲି ନୂତନକୁକରିବାକୁ ଅଙ୍ଗୀକାରସେବାରୁ ନିବୃତ୍ତ ରାଜସ୍ବ ବିଭାଗଅଧିକାରୀଙ୍କ ଆସର ।ପ୍ରାଣୀ ଉଦ୍ଭିଦର ଉଦ୍ୟ।ନେ ଶୋଭିତଆମ ନନ୍ଦନ କାନନସେହିଠାରେ ଶୋଭା ମଣ୍ଡନ କରୁଛିଆଶୀର୍ବାଦ ଉପବନ ।ନରମ ଖରାର ଆଲୋକ ମଦିରାବିଛୁରିତ ଭୂମିପରେଚଉକି ପକାଇ ନରନାରୀ ବସିଗଳ୍ପେ ମଜି ଆପଣାରେ lପକୋଡା ,ବାଇଗଣୀ,ମସଲା ମକାସଙ୍ଗେ ଛଣା ଛୋଟ ମାଛସୁପ ଚା ଆଦି
My Son By Lokanath Mishra We are not dramatic people. My husband still wakes up at 5:30 every morning. I still boil milk the same way I did when our son was small—careful not to let it spill. Habits don’t die just because hope is tired. Our son, Raghav, used to call every night at
A Story of Dvapar Yuga in Prose (Part-27A) By Lokanath Mishra ( Mahabharata in Prose)Belamali, enchanted by Bhima’s appearance, carried his lifeless body down to the netherworld (Pātāla) to her father, the Serpent King Ananta. At Belamali’s request, King Ananta fed Bhima the nectar of immortality and restored his life. When Bhima regained consciousness, he
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Title : The Quiet Measure of a Man By Lokanath Mishra The vest hung loosely on his shoulders, its once-white cotton dulled into the color of old mornings. Time had washed it thin, softened its seams, erased the sharpness it once had—much like the man who wore it. He tugged at the hem and smoothed
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ll ପୁଷ୍ୟାଭିଷେକ ନୀତି ପାଇଁ ମହାପ୍ରଭୁଙ୍କ ଜଳ ଅଧିବାସ ll ଶ୍ରୀମନ୍ଦିରରେ ପୌଷ ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣିମା ପୂର୍ବଦିନ, ଅର୍ଥାତ୍ ଚତୁର୍ଦ୍ଦଶୀ ତିଥିରେ, ଚନ୍ଦନଲାଗି ନୀତି ସମାପ୍ତ ପରେ ପୁଷ୍ୟାଭିଷେକ ନୀତି ପାଇଁ ମହାପ୍ରଭୁଙ୍କ ଜଳ ଅଧିବାସ କର୍ମ ଆରମ୍ଭ ହୁଏ। ଏହି ନୀତି ପାଇଁ ଭୋଗମଣ୍ଡପ ଘର ଧୋପଖାଳ କରାଯାଇ ଚାନ୍ଦୁଆ ବନ୍ଧାଯାଏ। ଏକ ହାଣ୍ଡି ଘିଅ ଓ ରୋଷକୃପରୁ ନୂଆ ହାଣ୍ଡିରେ ଆଣାଯାଇଥିବା ପାଣି ପରଖିମାନଙ୍କ ନିକଟରେ ରଖାଯାଏ। ବିଭକ୍ତ କରାଯାଇ ଚାରି ପନ୍ତି ହୋଇ ଚାନ୍ଦୁଆତଳେ
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A Story of Dvapar Yuga in Prose (Part-27) By Lokanath Mishra ( Mahabharata)Parashurama had already resolved to keep his word. There was no room left for reconsideration. He therefore sent Amba to Bhishma, accompanied by his two sons, Neelaram and Raghuram, with explicit instructions that she be married to Bhishma. The two brothers reached Hastinapura,
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The Weight of Silence By Lokanath Mishra Nandini had begun to feel that time moved differently for women like her. In the village, years were not counted by calendars but by outcomes—marriage, child, lineage. At thirty-two, she had crossed into that unspoken category where sympathy slowly turned into judgment. Eight years of marriage had passed,
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The Door That Never Truly Closes By Lokanath Mishra In the sacred coastal city of Puri, where the bells of the Bedi Hanuman Temple mark the hours and the endless sea whispers lessons of surrender, lived Aditya Rath and Meera Tripathi. Aditya was a man of restraint—calm on the surface, storms within. Meera carried devotion
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