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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

The jasmine seedlings

In my childhood, we went to maternal grandpa’s house once a year to spend our vacation after school final. Time would fly fast there. At the end of the vacation, my father came to bring us back home.

One day, I noticed two jasmine seedlings in my grandpa’ house and developed a soft corner for […]

By |December 6th, 2014|Literature|2 Comments

Protest

One evening, I was strolling with friends down the earthen road going beside our village. We heard a commotion coming from a neighbourhood and rushed there straightway. We arrived and saw a young, angry crowd holding tree branches, bamboo sticks and iron rods in their hands, howling. Therefore, it was clear there had been a […]

By |November 19th, 2014|Literature, Society, Women|4 Comments
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