The mind is in its own place, and in itself/ Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n

Today I shall share with you one of my unforgettable experiences that let me sense, even now, a stunning ecstasy. It is vividly of being an editor. It is really an unforgettable incident. I often dream of editing a literary magazine that will be a mirror of contemporary literary activities. It will be, I hope, also a centre of expression for those who can contribute significantly to enrich our literature but unfortunately their works do not find the way to be published. It will work to link between the well-famed and new writers as well. From this point of view, I would try to fulfil my dream but it would almost turn to be a dead duck since there were several precincts as well as hurdles stopping my dream. However, this dream, truly, has turned to be true of which I am now telling. Editing, to me, is always a challenging task. It contains an assortment of responsibilities, reverences and of course, sincerity. With this purpose, when I began to make a plan publish the magazine, I had to first think how the people could be informed of this magazine that they might send their write-ups. A few moments later, a solution let me exempt from the hurdle that I should have given notices at some familiar and popular daily newspapers so that the people might get informed. Afterwards, I sent the invitation of writing to the dailies to be published. But a sort of problem arose as I had no fund. For making a fund, I, along with my few local-mates who always engaged themselves with this effort from the beginning went to some local shop-owners to make them convinced to give advertisements in my magazine. Fortunately, we got a hopeful number of advertisements. Meanwhile, my notice was published in the newspapers I sent. After few days of publishing the notice, the readers as well as the writers started sending theirs writings from different regions to me. It was, truly, a dreamy event of my little life. I was in a daze when I found the writings of some well-known writers. I saw the way of success of my dream. Oh! I beg your pardon. I have yet forgotten to tell you the name of my effort. It is nothing but Moitree (Friendship) since it contributes to uphold the warm of glowing friendship that we have lost in the modern as well as mechanical life. In addition, we tried to get ourselves involved for the sake of keeping glory of mother language. However, it was published on the occasion of the International Mother Language Day. It was full of various types of articles, for instances, poems, short story, essay etc. Most of them were about our language as well as its glorious heritage. Here, I would like to mention about the preparing the writings incorporated. I first chose the good and qualified write-ups. Unfortunately, many writings had been discarded as they lack qualities. Additionally, there was limitation of space of the magazine. However, at first, I made up the rough copy of the periodical and finally it got prepared to be published. Then the heyday came when my effort came to light. As it was the day of the honour and glory of our lovable mother language, it added extra festive mood to the publication of Moitree. Though I and my mates had to face some unexpected situations and to exert ourselves to make our effort succeeded, we forgot our misery as our efforts attained the praiseworthy remarks from the readers as well as the writers. At last, I dedicate all the success of my Moitree to almighty God who always stands by us.