Review of the Seduction Las Vegas Lip gloss

Hey guys,

So this is my very first makeup review and I am so excited. Hope I do justice to the amazing product. I’ll be as detailed in my description as possible. In case you still have queries feel free to drop in the questions in the comment section below and Ill try and answer them.

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Okay so coming back, today I am going to review the Seduction Las Vegas lip gloss.It’s matte and the colour is Brick Red. Just a few seconds after you apply it, it will turn matte. Initially I was a bit skeptical as I felt like it might dry up my lips. But to my surprise it kept it moisturised and hydrated for a real long time. And the cherry on the cake, it smells amazing.

The lipstick glides with ease and really makes your lips look pouty. So all you ladies out there who love some pout, do try this one.

It lasts for a good 5-6 hours and doesn’t stick to the glass or get smudged easily. If you are planning on wearing out for a dinner or lunch date, just re-apply it once you are done with your meal. Water doesn’t easily remove it so it’s better to use an oil based remover once you are done for the day

It is an amazing product and budget friendly too! I am definitely going to repurchase it and try out all the different shades as well. I hope you guys and going to try it and purchase the product. I have attached the swatch as well as the product number at the end of the post. Did you buy it yet? If so let me know in the comment section below.

PRODUCT DETAILS:

 

Shade No- 01

Price- INR 144

Where can you purchase it- https://seductionlasvegas.com/main

 

Megh,Roddur,Brishti.

Aj shokal theke khub brishti howar phole ami baritei bondhi hoye thaklam. Majhe majhe kaajer theke chuti pete mondo laagena. Chutki ke school e pathatei holo. Ajkaal kar school gulo jotoshob porikhar chokkor e bachader chelebela ta e noshto kore dae. Babu, maane amar jibon shongi, out of station. Porshu din pherar kotha. Tai bolte paro ajker amar sharadin er shongi hoche ami ar ae brishti.

Ek cup coffee baniye study te giye boshlam. Janlar pashe rocking chair e boshe coffee ta side table e rakhlam. Tarpor shei akasher dike cheye kothae jeno hariye gelam. Bheshe elo onek bochor ager koekta smriti.

Tokhon boyesh amar olpo. College e shokolei prem korche. Tobe amar nature ta chilo ektu onno meye der theke ugro. College e union er bhaag chilam. Active politics, bhashon dewa, jhamela hole age jawa, etae jibon chilo. Young blood bole kotha. Cheleder shathe kadhe kadh miliye choltam. Toobe tomboy chilamna. Naach,gaan, shaja goja, shob kotatei amar interest chilo. Kintu sherokom shomoe petamna shei gulo ke chorcha korar.

Tarpor ekdin ae ekgheye jibone elo ek marattok jhor.

‘Shei din ta amar ajo mone pore’

Bondhuder shathe golpo korte korte rasta par hochilam jokhon pichon theke ke jeno amar naam dhore daklo. Phire dekhlam amar bohu purono ek bondhu. School life e oke chintam thik e, toobe college e uthe chara chari hoye gechilo. Abar dekha hoye bhaloe laglo. Ami tara te thakae phone number exchange kore shei barer moton bidae nilam.

Tarpor dudin poore o phone kore amae oder parae ashar jonno bollo. Kaaj khub ekta chilona tai amio chole gelam. Tarpor ager kotha, bondhuder kotha bolte bolte time ta kete gelo. Shondhey howae ami bidae nebo emon shomoe dekha hoye gelo or e ek bondhur shathe.

Hotat tar mukher dike cheye jeno ekta odbhut onubhuti holo. Khub chena keu,khub kacher keu? Kintu ami toh oke prothom bar dekhlam. Bachader moton mukhe ekta boro smile diye amar dike haath bariye bollo, ‘Ami Roddur’.

Bolle hoyetoh keu bishash korbena but or shathe amar bar bar mone hochilo jeno bohu juger shomporkho. Amar bondhuta amake auto te tule dewar prostap dewae ami khanikta chintae porlam. Or shathe abar dekha hoobe naki kintu jor kore shei barer moton bidae nilam. Roddur amontron dilo abar ashar.

Tarpor bari giye anchan korte laglo. Kokhono kono chele ke ami orokom bhabe dekhini. College er doulot e onek chele puler shathe porichoye hoyeche thik e, kintu keu mone daag phelte pareni. Ae shokto mon e bhed ae prothom keu ki bhabe korlo tao prothom dekhae bujhe uthte parlamna. Shei raater moton shekhanei chup korlam.

Tarpor aro dubar dekha hoyeche Raj, mane amar oe bondhu tar shathe. Jotobar e dekha hoyeche ami Roddur er kotha jigesh korae o keno janina eriye jae. Ami o ar ghataini. Koekdin poore ki mone holo, Raj ke nijer thekei bollam oder parae ashbo. O ektu etostoto hoye thik e kintu raaji hoye. Thik jeta cheyechilam sheta hoye ar abar hoye Roddur er shathe dekha. Oe odbhut khushi amake mone hoyena onekdin e keu diyeche. Shei din theke thik korlam Roddur ke arektu janbo. O chilo odbhut. Shobae ke khushi rakhto, hashiye hashiye chokh theke jol bar kore dito. Shobae ke nijer kore nito. Etoh olpo shomoe hoyetoh tai bolei amakeo o nijer kore niyechilo. Aste aste or bepare khobor nite shuru korlam ar oder parae roj jaatat shuru holo amar. Oke or bondhuder shokol kei chinte laglam. Kintu otoh shohoj chilona shob.

Beparta holo ae je, Roddur manush ta etotai bhalo chilo je oke thokanor lok er obhab chilona. Bondhura oke diye kaaj korate dubar bhabtona. Besh koekjon chilo or bhalo manushikotar phayeda othato. Sheta amar dekhe ektuo bhalo lageni. Or ojante ami oke agle rakha shuru korlam. O hoyetoh amake bondhur theke ar kichui bhabeni, kintu ami oke onek kacher jaega diye phelechi. Jaani eta poore bhabchen khanikta role reverse hoye geche but it did happen.

Ami or hoye shobar shathe lorte laglam. Karor shathe jhamela korte dubar bhabini. O amake bishash korte laglo. Amake na hok amar proti bishash tai or buke thak.

Din jae mash jae. Dujoner bondhutto aro garo holo. Tarpor hut kore ekdin shobae mile thik holo party korte jawa hoobe. Kolkatae pub er obhab chilona ar amader jawar oshubidha o chilona. Ekshathe shobae mile gelam Roxy. Jomlo adda, pete porlo modh ar ja howar shetai holo. Abar amar shamne or bondhura oke chatte laglo ar ami nijeke atkate na pere shobar shamne ekta boro jhamela korei phellam. Heated conversation howae ami badho holam okhan kar manager ke dakte je amar college er senior chilo ek kaale. Taake bujhiye bolae Roddur er bondhuder shey sheidin er moton shekhan theke jete bollo. Tara Roddur ke daake thik e, kintu janina keno Roddur sheidin amake chere gelona. Ektu poore amrao berolam. Otoh raate kichu na peye haatte laglam. Raatir tokhon 3 te bodhoye jokhon nijeke shamlate na pere ami bolei phellam nijer moner kotha. Bhalo basha ki jinish ami shotti jantamna toobe jodi sheta hoye tahole tari naam Roddur.

Kintu tokhon o golpo shesh hoyeni.

Jante parlam or bari khub e conservative. Love marriage e tara bishash korena. Tai aj obdhi kokhono shey kono meye r bepare sherokom bhabeni. Ami prothom. Amake bujhiye bollo je Ma er omot e kichu korar icha chilona na or. Ami jinish ta ke challenge hishebe nilam. Shuru holo amar transformation.

Jeans chere porte laglam saree, bhashon er jaegae shuru korlam gaan chorcha kora. Korte jokhon hoobe ar deri kore laab nei. Durga pujor din prothom or poribar er shathe alap. Roddur amake ager theke bolechilo je or family etar jonno ekdom e prostut chilona kintu bollo or amar upor ogad bhorsha chilo bolei egono. Ektu obdhut lagchilo thik e. Kotha bolar kichu pachilamna. Tarpor abar shuru holo shei brishti. Shokolei thakur dalan e chutlo. Hotat er majhe dekhlam koekta kukur chana ulto diker rastae bhije chechachilo. Hoyetoh tader Ma oder chere geche. Kintu oe brishti te Ma ke na peye ora artonath korchilo. Dubar na bhebe chutlam ekta phuler jhuri niye. Ek ek kore prottek ta chana ke jhuri te tulte laglam. Dekhi mathar upor hotat ar jol porchena. Takiye dekhlam Roddur er Ma nije ekta chata niye amar pashe dariye. Maa bodhoye nije sheidin du haath tule amake ashirbaad korechilen.

Megh er gorjon e phirlam smriti r sagor theke. Aj prae 10 bochor hoye geche. Kaajer jonno amra New York chole eshchi. Kolkatar shei daka buko meye aj ekhan kar ekta naami university r professor, shathe shathe shey ek ma abong bou ar taake aj shobae chene ek naam e,Brishti Chakraborty, wife of Roddur Chakraborty.

A helping hand

Have you ever been engulfed in absolute darkness even while sitting in the middle of an over crowded room? Have you ever felt like you have lost the reason to wake up each morning? 

What if I tell you that there are several like you. Who are thinking exactly what you are thinking right now, who have given up the reason to even survive in this world.

The scientific description of Depression is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can affect a person’s thoughts, behavior, feelings, and sense of well-being. Being in a century where majority of us are dying out of depression each day, how can we be so ignorant of it.

Depression can be triggered by the slightest of things. Maybe by something someone said, lack of growth at work, monotonous life, it can be any reason and no it’s not just a phase that will go by after some time. It’s of a huge concern. 

It’s not easy to identify a depressed soul. They maybe wearing the mask of a normal human being, going out, being social, going on dates, but, inside they might be already dead. Dead from the screams of their innerself calling out to them to just stop everything and cut themselves off from any possible contact from the real world. They are brave. They prefer keeping it to themselves than sharing it with everyone. Not everyone can handle it.

It slowly eats you from within. Stops you from dreaming. As soon as you close your eyes, you can see all your failures and worst fears coming in one by one. The possibility of living another day with that thought kills you a bit more. You don’t share cause you know they’ll probably consider you unstable and ask you to visit a shrink. But it becomes tiresome. You just want to sleep and weep and just be alone.

But remember, there will always be like you who has been through all that. We are never far away from them. Try and reach out. Leave a message that you need help. Don’t be scared. It’s okay. It doesn’t mean you are weak, it just means you need someone for now. A friendly hand, a shoulder of someonr who knows you, someone who maybe has faced the same. To live and spend this life amidst all that you love is much more important and you are missing out on those. Don’t give up on this oppurtunity.

Who knows, once we close our eyes forever what’s waiting for us? 

Beautiful

She was always a shy girl. Born and raised by conservative parents, she never knew she had a voice of her own. She was taught to dance and sing at a young age. She was a very average student.

So, when the time had come, she was married off. Ofcourse she wasn’t asked before the decision was taken. But it was okay she guessed. After all her parents knew what was best for her.

The best lehenga, beautiful jewellery, no expense was spared. She never saw her parents so happy with anything that concerned her. She had seen the groom once or twice before. He belonged to an influential family and was almost 8 years elder to her He was going to keep her happy. She knew it.

Then a few days later he came home at night, drunk, unable to stand up straight. She helped him walk up to the bedroom when she was welcomed by a slap right on her soft,delicate face. As the night progressed, marks from his pure leather belt covered her pale,white skin. But what could she do, she never knew she had a voice.

The next day as she stepped in front of a mirror, she touched her face gently. It was red and swollen and the marks filled with unpleasant memories.

Taking out her phone, for the first time she opened one of the beautifying applications.

Maybe it was good that there was something in the world which could hide her flaws and make her look beautiful again.

Pujo

Thankful

Walking down the memory lane, she recollected her past. How much life had changed her. She was young,bold,ready to take on the world.She was ambitious and aimed high.She knew she wasn’t like the rest.

And then one fine morning,she fell in love.

He was like a breath of fresh air in her mundane life. He cared about no one,but she would realise that later. But the heart wants what it wants.

So then started their story. Everything was as normal as it could be and then she came face to face with reality.

He coaxed to meet her one rainy evening. She didn’t want to but gave up to his boyish charms. Sneaking out she met him down the street. He was extra loving and she was happy he finally loved her as much as she did. They walked down hand in hand,laughing and talking when suddenly he put a cloth on her mouth and she slowly started losing consciousness. The last thing she remembered was her drenched clothes coming off.

The rain was torrential that night. Her parents were thankful their daughter was home,safe.

Report card.

Looking at the report card one last time, she decided to do exactly what she used to every time she felt uneasy. Her parents would be home later that evening and she has the house to herself for the entire day.With trembling hands, she opened her drawer and took out her only source of satisfaction. Her compass. One quick stroke wouldn’t hurt. Satisfied she sat on the bed and rolled up her sleeve. After this, she would be able to take the criticism she would be showered with. With the sharp edge of the compass she started to draw a line on her wrist, absent mindedly, when suddenly the bell rang and the compass ran a bit too deep hurting a vein. She realised, her report card didn’t matter anymore and a she smiled after a really long time.https://thelostenchantress.wordpress.com

The footpath tales

“Run! You can make it”, called out Shekhar. He had full confidence on his little brother. 

Ram was just 5 years and Shekhar took upon him,the responsibility of protecting him through thick and thin. Their father had left them when Ram was just born. So their mother had to take the job of a maid to support them. She had to be at work for the major part of the day which left Shekhar incharge of his baby brother.

Shekhar didnot think of it as a burden. He was quite lonely before Ram was born. From the moment he got Ram, he knew he would love him so much.

Ram was a bit hesitant to cross the road. He stood there for quite sometime and then almost suddenly started to cry. As soon as Shekhar realised that Ram was actually too scared to cross the road on his own, he dashed across, just as the school bus was crossing that very spot.

“Dada!”

Then all went quite.

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