The Last Day of a Red Tulip
One early morning, before the sun’s ascent, Stood a red bud in my front lawn.
11m ago
Ode to an ariel dancer
Clouds in heaven bow and billow around your feet, and you- glide through, oblivious to their ethereal presence.
1y ago
Remembering Mohiuddin Ahmed, the founder of UPL
Countless people cross our path as we walk through this temporal life; but only one or two strike us as people with no darkness within. Mohiuddin Ahmed was one of those unique humans. He radiated pure light, and for those within this light, time always moved peacefully because life seemed to have met all his wants and needs, and as a man so at ease with the ways of life, he effortlessly smoothed out the many negative thoughts of his visitors and friends, just by being who he was.
3y ago
Mother’s Sari
A backstreet, wet at nightfall — a silk sari unfurled. Iridescent black. Autumn leaves — Splashes of gold under streetlights. Rain in Lund Is the same as in a Dhaka backstreet.
3y ago
October 26, 2019
Sit Down, Sir!
Gulshan Market Two has not changed much over the last three decades. Surrounding three sides of an open parking lot, it is a square, U-block construction, with a colonnade veranda running along the front of each shop. Some of the shops are new, but most are what they had been when Rita was a teenager.
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