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End the culture of impunity

A victory day free from the physical presence of any known war criminal was probably the central theme of this years victory day celebration, and it was indeed something to celebrate. This year’s extraordinary celebration saw thousands of patriots from all walks of life marching in colorful rallies, healing the wounds of the recent communal atrocities.

But […]

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
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