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Team TejNeil

Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: Tanvi_vault

Yeh lo ab to Ruturaj bhi nahi rahega show mein.Chalo ek cheez to accha hua 😂

https://www.indiaforums.com/article/after-vaibhavi-hankares-replacement-sanam-johars-track-put-to-end-in-ghum-hai-kisikey-pyaar-meiin-re_222104

This was always the plan.

- Sanam Johar under the influence of Ganja Warehouse, 2025.

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Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: Shirsha

Guys, I wrote a science fiction story for the very time yesterday. I wrote the story in my mother tongue, Bengali and then translated it in English. I'll share both of the versions soon. Bengali people can read the original Bengali version and non-Bengali people can read the English translation.

Sci fi my favourite genre likho likho....main apne reviews achche se dunga iss baar....

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Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: Ashane25

Sci fi my favourite genre likho likho....main apne reviews achche se dunga iss baar....

I don't know whether you'll like it or not. It's different from the science fiction stories that teenagers or college-going students like. Even though it's science fiction, the story's tone is emotional and reflective. You probably watch science fiction movies, which are filled with action and adventure.

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Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: Shirsha

I don't know whether you'll like it or not. It's different from the science fiction stories that teenagers or college-going students like. Even though it's science fiction, the story's tone is emotional and reflective. You probably watch science fiction movies, which are filled with action and adventure.

I like crafts where they explore human emotions in depth and if it's attached to my favourite club....then kya kehne....aap likho bas chalega if possible mujhe Bengali bhi bhejna....smiley36

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Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: Ashane25

I like crafts where they explore human emotions in depth and if it's attached to my favourite club....then kya kehne....aap likho bas chalega if possible mujhe Bengali bhi bhejna....smiley36

I'll share both versions here.

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Posted: 3 months ago

Poor guy smiley37 he’s right though. This was always the plan .. when Vaibhavi was leaving, it was apparent that Sanam had to leave sooner of later smiley36

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Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: Shirsha

Guys, I wrote a science fiction story for the very time yesterday. I wrote the story in my mother tongue, Bengali and then translated it in English. I'll share both of the versions soon. Bengali people can read the original Bengali version and non-Bengali people can read the English translation.

I look forward to reading it Shirsha smiley27

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Posted: 3 months ago

Originally posted by: missFiesty_69

Poor guy smiley37 he’s right though. This was always the plan .. when Vaibhavi was leaving, it was apparent that Sanam had to leave sooner of later smiley36

Param kab plane ke cargo load se bahar ho raha hai any idea? Will he be reaching the baggage pick up point in the Ganja Warehouse lobby via their legendary conveyor belt soon?

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Posted: 3 months ago

Although I don't like to laugh at others' pain, this cracked me up. I'm sorry. smiley37

https://www.indiaforums.com/article/rupali-ganguly-bitten-by-dog-on-sets-of-her-show-anupamaa_222105

Why is this even news- đŸ¤ŖđŸ¤ŖđŸ¤Ŗ

P. S. Before anyone comes after me, let me declare: I hope she recovers if it's serious. Phew.

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Posted: 3 months ago

My science fiction story:

I wrote a science fiction story for the very first time in my life. I never wrote a science fiction story before. I wrote the story in Bengali and then translated it into English. I'm sharing both versions here. Bengali people can read the original Bengali version, and others can read the English translation. I'm currently reading my favorite author, Satyajit Roy's science fiction stories. After reading some amazing science fiction stories written by him, I felt interested in writing one. His stories of Professor Shonku are filled with adventure and mystery. They're absolutely amazing! He was incredibly talented! In one story, the wise and knowledgeable Bengali scientist, Professor Shonku, goes to Bolivia to explore a prehistoric cave with his foreign friend, and in another story, Shonku travels to Egypt to join the excavation team of a foreign archeologist. The most amazing aspect of his stories is their uniqueness. A lot of his stories were translated into English. So, many non-Bengali people also read Satyajit Roy's stories. But my science fiction story is very different from the type of science fiction stories he wrote. It's not adventurous and mysterious. It's reflective and emotional. It revolves around the themes of identity, discrimination, acceptance, and friendship. The setting of the story is a futuristic world that is very different from this world. I couldn't show many details of the futuristic world because I wanted to write a story of 500 words. So, there was a limitation of words.

Original version (Bengali):

āφāϜ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ­ā§€āώāĻŖāϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āĻŖāϤāĻžāĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ• āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦā§€ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāύ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϤāĻžāĻ“ āĻ•āĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§‚āĻ˛ā§āϝ āφāϛ⧇ āĻāχ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϤ⧇? āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āĻŦ⧁āĻĻā§āϧāĻŋ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āϞ⧇āĻ“, āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇ āĻŽāĻ°ā§āϝāĻžāĻĻāĻž āύ⧇āχ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰāĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϚāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻžā§Ÿ āϛ⧇āĻĻ āĻĒ⧜āϞ⧋, āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āϞ⧋āĨ¤ āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻĢāĻžāĻ°ā§āύāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄā§‡āϜ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŦāĻšā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋ⧟ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻŦā§€āĨ¤ āϝāĻĻāĻŋāĻ“ āϏ⧇ āĻāĻ• āϰāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŽāĻžāĻ‚āϏ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦā§€, āϤāĻŦ⧁āĻ“ āϏ⧇ āϏāĻŦāĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āĻŦā§‹āĻā§‡ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇āĨ¤ āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻāĻ•āĻ—āĻžāϞ āĻšāĻžāϏāϞ⧋, "āĻāϤ⧋ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϕ⧀ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāϛ⧋, āϏāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĨāĻŋ⧟āĻž?" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻ›āĻŋ, āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦāϜāĻžāϤāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻ–āύ⧋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻŽāĻ•āĻ•ā§āώ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āϚ⧁āĻĒ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ•ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ• āĻŽā§āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āϤ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϝāĻŦ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻŖ āĻ•āϰāϞ⧋, āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧋, "āĻāχāϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻŋ āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ āφāϛ⧇?" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āĻāĻ–āύ āϏāĻžāϞ ā§Šā§Ļā§­ā§Ģ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦ⧇āϰāĻž āĻāĻ–āύ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋āχ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇āĨ¤ āĻāĻŽāύ āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ•ā§āώ⧇āĻ¤ā§āϰ āύ⧇āχ āϝ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϤāĻŋ āύ⧇āχāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāĻ“ āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ āϝāĻĨāĻžāϝāĻĨ āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽāĻžāύ āĻĒāĻžāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇?" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϞ⧋ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻŦāϞāϤ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻ•āϰāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāύāĻ›āĻŋ, āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āϜāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϏ⧇āϟāĻžāχ āĻ•āĻŋ āϏāĻŦ?" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āφāĻ•āĻžāĻļ⧇āϰ āĻ‰ā§œāĻ¨ā§āϤ āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ• āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻ•ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ• āĻŽā§āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āϤ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϕ⧀ āϝ⧇āύ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāϞ⧋āĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧋, "āύāĻž, āϤ⧋āĻŽāϰāĻž āϝ⧇ āϜāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧋ āύāĻž, āϤāĻžāϤ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŽā§‚āĻ˛ā§āϝ āĻ•āĻŽā§‡ āϝāĻžā§Ÿ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧋, āϏāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĨāĻŋ⧟āĻžāĨ¤ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϰāĻž āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āϕ⧀ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāϞ⧋, āϤāĻžāϤ⧇ āϕ⧀ āĻāϏ⧇ āϝāĻžā§Ÿ? āĻāχ āϝ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāϰ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻ•ā§āϝ, āϏ⧇āϟāĻžāχ āϤ⧋ āĻāχ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϕ⧇ āĻŦ⧈āϚāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻ°ā§āϝāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤ⧋āϞ⧇āĨ¤" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻŦāϞāϛ⧋ āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϤ⧋ āχāĻšā§āϛ⧇ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϝ⧇ āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¯ā§āϝ āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽāĻžāύ āĻĒāĻžāχāĨ¤ āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝ āύāχ?" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻĻā§ƒā§āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāϰ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇ āωāĻ āϞ⧋, "āϤ⧋āĻŽāϰāĻž āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚ⧟āχ āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽāĻžāύ⧇āϰ āϝ⧋āĻ—ā§āϝ, āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚāĻŋāϤ āϝ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāχ āϏ⧇āϟāĻž āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĨ¤ āφāϏāϞ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦāϜāĻžāϤāĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§Ÿā§‹āϜāύ⧇ āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦ āϤ⧈āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āĻāĻ–āύ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϝ⧇ āĻŦ⧁āĻĻā§āϧāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžā§œāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇, āϏ⧇āϟāĻž āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āĻ…āύ⧇āϕ⧇āχ āĻŽā§‡āύ⧇ āύāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāϛ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āψāĻ°ā§āώāĻž āĻ“ āĻĻ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāĻ­āĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻŋ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ• āύ⧟āĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϤ⧋ āϭ⧇āĻŦā§‹ āύāĻž, āϏāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĨāĻŋ⧟āĻžāĨ¤ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇āϰ āϏāĻĒā§āϤāĻžāĻšā§‡ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŽāĻ™ā§āĻ—āϞ āĻ—ā§āϰāĻšā§‡ āϘ⧁āϰāϤ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋ āĻĒāĻžāρāϚ āĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝāĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āϝāĻžāĻŦ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇?" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻžāĻŦā§‹, āϝāĻĻāĻŋāĻ“ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻļ⧁āĻ•ā§āϰ āĻ—ā§āϰāĻš āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāϤ⧁āĻ¤ā§āϤāϰ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧋, "āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻ™ā§āĻ—āϞ āĻ—ā§āϰāĻšā§‡āϰ āĻ•ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ•āϟāĻž āϰ⧇āĻ¸ā§āϤ⧋āϰāĻžāρ āĻĻāĻžāϰ⧁āĻŖ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤ āĻ“āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āϝāĻžāĻĻ⧁āϘāϰ āφāϛ⧇, āϝ⧇āϟāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āχāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ⧇ āĻĒā§œā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ, āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϰāĻž āύāĻžāĻ•āĻŋ āĻ…āϤ⧀āϤ⧇āĻ“ āĻ­ā§āϰāĻŽāĻŖāĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽā§€ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āϤāĻŦ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇āχ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧋āĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻ—ā§āϰāĻšā§‡ āĻ­ā§āϰāĻŽāĻŖ āϤāĻ–āύ āĻ…āϏāĻŽā§āĻ­āĻŦ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰāĻž āĻšāϤ⧋āĨ¤ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€ āĻ­ā§€āώāĻŖ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝāϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻ›āĻŋāϞ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿā§‡āĨ¤" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻ–āύ āχāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ⧇āϰ āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻŦāχ āĻĒ⧜āĻŋ, āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšā§Ÿ, āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€ āĻšā§ŸāϤ⧋ āϤāĻ–āύ āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϝ⧇ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿā§‡āϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇, āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿā§‡āϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻŽāĻžāĻĨāĻž āĻ¨ā§‡ā§œā§‡ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧋, "āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻŦāϞ⧇āϛ⧋, āφāĻŽāĻžāϰāĻ“ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšā§Ÿ, āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§€āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āϤāĻ–āύ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝāϰāĻ•āĻŽ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°ā§āϝ āĻ›āĻŋāϞ, āϝ⧇āϟāĻž āĻāĻ–āύ āφāϰ āύ⧇āχāĨ¤ āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāϞ⧋, āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻ—āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϝāĻžāχāĨ¤" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āϚāϞ⧋āĨ¤" āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻ•ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ• āĻĒāĻž āĻāĻ—āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϗ⧇āϞāĻžāĻŽ, āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻšā§‡āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšā§Ÿ, āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ• āĻšāĻžāϜāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻ›āϰ āφāϗ⧇āϰ āĻāĻ• āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāĨ¤ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰāϤāĻž āφāϛ⧇, āϝāĻž āĻāĻ–āύāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāχ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĻŽāϟāĻžāĻ“ āϏ⧇āϰāĻ•āĻŽāĨ¤ āĻāĻ–āύāĻ•āĻžāϰ āϝ⧁āϗ⧇āϰ āύāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āφāϞāĻžāĻĻāĻžāĨ¤" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āĻšā§‡āϏ⧇ āωāĻ āϞ⧋, "āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŽ! āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āύāĻžāĻŽ āϕ⧋āĻĨāĻžāĻ“ āĻļ⧁āύāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāχ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ­ā§€āώāĻŖ āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋ āĻāĻ• āύāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĻŽāĻ“ āϤ⧋ āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋āĨ¤" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞāĻžāĻŽ, "āĻĻ⧇āĻŦāĻĻ⧇āĻŦā§€āϰ āύāĻžāĻŽ āĻ•āĻ–āύ⧋ āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋ āĻšā§Ÿ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž, āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āϞāĻžāĻ—āϛ⧇, āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧇āϰ āĻĻ⧁āσāĻ– āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ•āϟāĻž āϚāϞ⧇ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ āĻŋāĻ•āχ āĻŦāϞ⧇āϛ⧋, āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϰāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϕ⧇ āϕ⧀ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāϞ⧋, āϤāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻāϏ⧇ āϝāĻžā§Ÿ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāĻ›āĻžā§œāĻž, āĻāĻŽāύ āϤ⧋ āύ⧟ āϝ⧇ āϏāĻŦ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ āĻāĻ•āϰāĻ•āĻŽāĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϝ⧇āĻŽāύ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āϏāĻŽāĻžāύ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰ⧋āĨ¤" āϞāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻž āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻžā§Ÿ āĻŽā§āϚāĻ•āĻŋ āĻšā§‡āϏ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧋, "āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρ, āϏāĻŦ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϰāĻ•āĻŽ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āύ⧟āĨ¤" āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻžāĻŽāύ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ—ā§‹āϤ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āϞāĻžāĻŽ, āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦ⧇āϰ āĻ­āĻŦāĻŋāĻˇā§āϝāϤ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāϤ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāϤ⧇āĨ¤

English translation:

My mind is filled with a deep sense of dejection today. I'm a female robot, and I can do a lot of things that human beings are incapable of. Still, do I have value in this world? Despite being more intelligent than human beings, there's no dignity for robots in their eyes. My thoughts get interrupted when Linda calls me. Linda Fernandes is my best friend. Even though she's a human of flesh and blood, she understands me the most. She looks at me, smiling, "What are you contemplating, Cynthia?" I say, "I'm thinking that mankind will never consider us their equals." Linda stays quiet for a few moments and observes me, then says, "Is there any reason for thinking like this?"I reply, "Now the year is 3075, and robots can feel emotions like human beings. There's no field where we don't exist. Still, do we get due respect from humans?" Linda doesn't give any reply. I continue speaking, "I acknowledge the fact that we can’t procreate. But is that everything?"Linda stares at the sky, watching the robotic bird, and thinks about something for a few moments. Then she looks at me and says, "No, the fact that you can't procreate doesn't make you less valuable. But tell me one thing, Cynthia. How does it matter what human beings think about you? This difference between you and humans makes the world more diverse." I say, "You're right, Linda. But we also wish to get the respect we deserve. Aren't we worthy of that respect?" Linda says firmly, "All of you deserve respect, and I'm certain that a lot of human beings think like me. Actually, mankind created robots out of necessity. Now, a lot of them can't accept the fact that robots surpass them in intelligence. Their jealousy and their perspective aren't unnatural. Don't think so much, Cynthia. Next week, I'll go to Mars for five days. Do you want to accompany me?" I reply, "I'll go, even though I like Venus more." Linda says in response, "I like a few restaurants on Mars a lot. There's a museum on Mars, and I like that very much. I read in history that human beings loved travelling even in the past. But they used to wander within the world only. Interplanetary tourism was considered impossible. The world was extremely different at that time." I say, "When I read any book of history, I feel the world was a better place at that time. I'm talking about the same era you're referring to." Linda nods her head, saying, "You're right. I also think there was a different kind of beauty in the world at that time, which the world doesn’t possess now. We should move forward." I reply, "Let's go." I walk ahead a few steps and say with a smile, "When I talk to you, it seems you are a person who belongs to the era of 1000 years back. You have some kind of depth that I don’t see in the people of this world. Your name is also like that. It's different from the names of this world." Linda starts laughing, "Absolutely! I don't hear the name Linda anywhere. It's an ancient name. Your name is also old." I respond, "The names of Gods and Goddesses never get old. Linda, I'm feeling better after talking to you. My sadness has gone away a lot. You're right, it doesn't matter what humans think about us. Besides, every human being isn't the same. For instance, you consider us to be equals of humans." Linda says with a smile, "Yes, it's not good to generalise all human beings." I keep walking ahead, thinking about the future of robots.



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