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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

Wildly, but in silence

A Bangladeshi expatriate boy came out of a nightclub in Moscow city before the session came to an end. He was dressed with a winter jacket, jeans pants, a woolen cap and a pair of gloves for the temperature of the night was -04 degree Celsius and it was snowing incessantly all over the place. […]

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

The two seedlings of the Belly flower tree

In my childhood, we siblings along with my mother, aunties and cousins (maternal) went grandpa’s house one time in every year to pass our annual vacation after our school final examination had come to an end. In those days, we needed at least eight hours to reach the house from our house since there was […]

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

The girl of easy virtue of our village

One day in the evening, I was wandering with some of my friends along the earthen road beside the narrow river flowing near our overpopulated village. Suddenly, we heard a riotous noise coming from another part of our village. No sooner heard the noise, we rushed to the place. After we had reached there, we […]

By |November 19th, 2014|Liberation war, Literature, Women|4 Comments
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