Rupkothar Kabbo Coffee Shop | Drink Your Favorite Coffee

It was evening, after accomplishing official work, longing for relaxation and evening snacks moved into the town. After taking light food just about to step back towards my destination. Suddenly, noticing something next to the road that was hinted serene beauty and musical flow.

To explore the silent splendor entered into, then what happened towards my eyes; Two or three waitress came forward to receive us, (oh! forget to say there was another colleague with me) and offer to have coffee or others if we wish, handed a food menu.

 I was just moving inwardly do thinking what a great look around the shop. It has wonderful name indeed, “Rupkothar Kabbo” This is special for variety of coffee. It is adjacent to Rupkotha Cinema Hall, in the midst of Pabna town.

Book, coffee and filmy flavor turned the interior environment an enchanting place.  A solid tone of Manna Da “Coffee Houser Sai Addata” was coming out from calm dim light. Old instruments of film production were seen for decorative purposes.

Books with coffee, soothed mental restlessness for the coming people in their leisure period. Different types of English writers’ books; Harry porter, Earnest Hemingway, eminent Bangla writers; Robindranath Tagore, Kabi Nazrul and some translated version of English books. Visitors and customers can easily be got chanted to be in Rupkothar Kabbo.

Painting portrait of famous heroine Suchitra Sen was attracting inside the coffee shop. A kind of aesthetic beauty made the shop an enjoyable place for drinking coffee. Mind can be moved and got relaxation after a long working tiredness. Anyone can go to have at least a spoonful feelings.

The Waste Land By T.S Eliot

The Waste Land By T.S Eliot   I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering	5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,	10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,	15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,	20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,	25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.	30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu,
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;	35
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,	40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Öd’ und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,	45
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.	50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.	55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City,	60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.	65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!	70
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!	75
You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”

The truth of Death

There is some truth to the old shoot, “There are only two kit you can comprise on in fellow: death and taxes.” Everyone experiences death. Death and diminishing are an marked part of human flair.

Some laymen token ahead of time when their death will become manifest. Terminal illnesses, when diagnosed ahead of time, dole a person to set his or her service in pother, think up relationships right, and say goodbye to loved ones. In these cases, every person involved has a amorphous to gradually adjust and vamp up esprit de corps steelie death, as much as possible. However, not everyone has this come forth. Many deaths be in existence suddenly. Death can, and often does, strike toyout warning.

No one is promised tomorrow. The only thing we can datum on is today.

Many issue existing the world turn to devotion to answer questions all round death and the aftergeneration, especially when someone is facing his or her own mortality. Strangely, equ a blunt glance at many of the world’s canonicss reveals that many theologies sanctify death, bright rewards in the afterardor, with beefed-up understanding of God and the universe and digital, in some cases, supernatural powers that were unattainable during the mortal freshness. Death often seems more attractive as compared with immanent

Repentance turns grave horror! horror!

There are certain things to consider and many odd deeds at the sphere of life but it is nasty thought of human beings to consider about his/her earthly pleasure above all everything by performing to gain physical, mechanical and economical perfectness. Madden with worldly affairs everybody mistaken in staying conscious and subconscious mood.

According to Quran, Bible, Geek Mythology every human beings have to get or take the taste of repentance. But it would be highest hopelessness that when time goes callously everyone is to burst out in tears, horrors stay permanently in one’s heart but is to be impossible to get rid of it. Be conscious as to present and think about future, pray to Allah for regeneration. There is no time for you, it’s true and grave true!!!

Immersed in Bliss

A bath drawn just right and the mood set perfectly can be an enriching experience. The rigours of life leave even the strongest and the most stoic minds exhausted and in need of a sensuous retreat. Not all of us have the time or the resources to make visits to spas as a regular habit. If it's relaxation and rejuvenation on your mind, a well-drawn bath with accessories suiting your needs will do it every time.

The Past, The Present and The Future
The benefits are not limited to stress relief. There is a reason why the immersion of the body in water has been such an enduring practice over the annals of time. We all know of the Roman and the Greek bathhouses that existed solely for the purpose of bathing. It was then seen as a communal activity, where citizens could conduct business and socialize. Baths were seen as the key to maintaining good health.

Exception calls great sin.

Devilish hearts are exception, own thought cherishing & deceiving others by means of own hearts nasty desire is exception, also sin. True heart & soul are exception. If you think you are one of both then you are exception. It’s divine. True heart does not demand to be a white soul bearer but worse do it.

Basically we’re egotist but in most cases, it calls sin & support inferior soul. Don’t mean others without considering truth. You’re the worst heart if you blame anyone beyond going true line. Because only one is exception who is God in true sense.  

Missing dews overflowing into heart

Computer computing by restlessness pushing. Working with Computer world such busiest time can overcome who wants to monitoring the world before him.Something not silly but cruelest, so nearest and dearest one can leave away forever. It can depart with the meeting of death. But in earth some thoughts, lively work lead any closest one from you. I think and weep to consider this shocked rain, stopped or gently passed my narrow roads of life, stopping somewhere in relaxed, enjoyed, learned something cool, style of catching busiest post, clinking to meet perfectness. I miss my so close mate, my profession where I spent several worth time with my team.