February 21, colored with my brother's blood❤️
Humble tribute to all the language martyrs. Ekushe means not bowing down, the indomitable courage to give life for the language.
I respectfully remember the martyrs of 1952—my language, my pride. 🇧🇩❤️🇧🇩
The smell of spring is in the air 🍂
The fallen leaves are leaving their mark and making way for new ones 🌿
Green souls are breathing life into old branches and thinking
The beauty of life seems to increase in spring