NOVEL IDEA

Write storyline of a book on following subject and mentioned at least 20 chapters outline. This book is a poetry in prose from metropoliton city. The dinimising human value and crowded roads with chaos activity, the city has lost it charm to be a ideal habbitance . The Gurgaon , a mega city was proposed to housing modern citizens, the most eliigible and well bahaved people of the capital. The growing hazardous transactions, untrust, selfishness became more prominent and the proposed city has turned into jungle of concrete. Everywhere the randomness is high where we poposed an order.  কংক্রিটের জঙ্গল (Concrete Jungle) এই শহর, মেট্রোপলিটন, যেন এক গদ্য কবিতা। এখানে ছন্দের অভাব, কিন্তু প্রতি নিঃশ্বাসে চাপা আর্তনাদ। ক্রমশ ক্ষীণ হতে থাকা মানবিক মূল্যবোধ, দিগ্বিদিক ছুটে চলা যানবাহনের অসীম কোলাহল, এলোমেলো কর্মব্যস্ততা – এই শহর তার আদর্শ আবাসস্থল হওয়ার সমস্ত আকর্ষণ হারিয়েছে। গুরগাঁও, এক মেগাসিটি, পরিকল্পনা করা হয়েছিল রাজধানীর সবচেয়ে যোগ্য, মার্জিত নাগরিকদের আধুনিক আশ্রয়স্থল হিসেবে। ভাব...

At the far edge of the sprawling city of New Delhi, where the urban clamor finally surrenders, begins the tropical forest called Manger. A road traces the periphery of this green expanse. My daily commute to the office takes me along this winding path. Each morning, as the car moves, I find myself counting the trees that line the forest edge. It has become an unacknowledged ritual. The count settles at 754. A comforting number, a silent landmark in the blur of the morning rush. The return journey in the evening is usually marked by weariness. The city lights begin to pierce the dusk. Without conscious thought, my eyes drift towards the familiar tree line. I count again. The number this time is starkly different: 745. A quiet unease settles within me. Nine trees vanished. A strange discrepancy that I try to rationalize. Perhaps I miscounted in the morning, or the fading light played tricks on my vision. The next morning, the count is back up, almost. 753. Better, I think, though still o...