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Just, come once

Long way away, in my drifting warm childhood-
On the secluded corner of my reading-desk,
A glass of mute water you left.
Even now when thirsty, like a weary pedestal,
I drink the water with the content of my heart.

Being a drop of momentary dew on the keen top of the grass,
You […]

By |October 16th, 2015|Uncategorized|0 Comments

Tip*

Tania went into a cosmetics shop in the new market area in order to buy some tips. She was dressed in sky color jeans and a stripe shimmy. She sensibly started to choose some from a great deal of different color and shape of the tips with her finicky eyes. It kept her busy quite […]

By |May 11th, 2015|Uncategorized|9 Comments

Regionalism

One evening, on a busy highway in Dhaka city a lot of buses with many passengers on it and cars with a few people were running up and down to their destinies. All of a sudden, a bus pushed at the back side of another bus, but not very hard because the bus driver was […]

By |April 10th, 2015|Literature, Society|0 Comments

A faded image

My high school situated in a country town was a boys’ school, for that reason we scarcely saw girls nearby. There was also a girls’ school not really far from ours. Often the teaching period of the girls’ school came to an end before the proper time, most often in our tiffin period, for the […]

By |February 11th, 2015|Literature|2 Comments

The girl with curved nose

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a girl whose nose was carved in the middle of it. I was proud of her, thinking in mind that apart from her there was no girl in all over the world who had a curved nose. Her curved nose, mainly, caused me a great fascination […]

By |February 3rd, 2015|Literature|3 Comments

Wrath and Happiness over the same incident

Fahad was thinking randomly about various things not connected with each other with his eyes half closed, sitting on a seat beside a window on a bus full of passengers, and the bus was running along the highway in Dhaka city at night nearly eleven o’clock. All of a sudden, he perceived obscurely that the […]

By |January 8th, 2015|Literature|0 Comments

A street girl

A young man, wearing in winter clothes, came out of a Moscow nightclub two O’clock at night. It was snowing there, and the temperature was -04 degree Celsius.

As he was walking along a lane connecting the nightclub and the highway, he noticed a figure standing by a lamppost on the footpath. There were neither […]

By |December 18th, 2014|Literature, Society, Women|1 Comment
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