This is the first time I let you in, but you’ve already made yourself at home. You are bumbling around in my kitchen, as though you have been making me tea for a lifetime.
"But that's not McDonald's. It's MacDonwald's. Must be a knock-off."
This nightmare made me realise how much I miss my mother tongue.
Jeff Buckley's resplendent debut, Grace, turns 27 today.
The sneaky connection between publishing industries and your growing bibliomania.
The constant upheavals began when my peaceful slumber was shattered by a rain of bullets on March 25, 1971. I watched in fear from the balcony of our flat in Banani, while your grandfather went up to the rooftop with the neighbours. The children, including your mother, wanted to see as well, but I shoved them inside.
Have you ever found something extraordinary yet obscure? You wish to make it known and keep it a secret at the same time. Most of all, you want to cherish it, like trapping lightning in a bottle. That’s what happened to me late last year.