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Bonolota Sen was walking under dark woods in a dark night hurriedly.A man was following her like a shadow who's face as dark as the night was.She sensed that it was the grave of Jibananada Das, and to remember him and his famous poem 'Bonolota Sen'some fake pearl like flowers were kept upon the chest of the grave.The dark night inspired her to collect those with her beautiful fingers gently.She immediately started leaving that place and set her feet move quickly.The shadow man continued following her.The smell of her hair made him mad and the surroundings.She, her fragrant hairs, murmuring of the trees, the flow of the airs, the following shadow, all were in profound enchantment.She was in a hurry and scared of her guilt of theft.The shadow man couldn't stand before her as he wasn't confident enough to pose threat against that lone traveler at night.
He, with his white Punjabi and curly submissive hair parted at the middle glaring at her keeping a distance.She was scared and cried to the shadow-
'I swear touching my hair
Let me go, don't touch dear.'
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