“The winter was too chilling. And blank, somehow. In the background, there was no blaring music, and the morning felt like someone had taken the salt out of an almost perfect chotpoti.
Once you have studied a subject long enough, it grows a hold over you. More importantly, everything around you seems related to it. For some frank understanding, here are some theories of economics dressed as everyday matters. Do note that these explanations are far cries from the actual applications.
While getting out of the house at 7.39 am every day, thoughts of moving to a faraway land ran through her mind. Winnie, as everyone called her, was already tired of her life. The atrocity of college did not seem to end.
When television commercials showed long silky hair, the young me would drool and dream. I always wanted to have luscious locks, and achieved them at one point.
Ittyadi shares the same position as khichuri on a rainy day in a Bangladeshi household. Since the show has been going on for over 25 years now, it has seen its viewership swell. My parents introduced me to the show when I was a child.
Paula Hawkins' bestselling thriller, “The Girl on the Train”, was something I was looking forward to because it was supposedly comparable to Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl - a thriller that blew our minds off. Nonetheless, the expectations fumbled as I gave it a read.
Bengali literature, which is as rich as literature could possibly get, has always been a favourite of mine. From the emotions of Tagore to the mysteries of Feluda, the ideas around which the works have revolved are commendable.
Being a Noakhailla, it is fun and/or stressful when the mention of our hometown causes mass hysteria in a room full of people. I'd like to clear the air once and for all, and get real – bust some myths and perpetuate some semi-truths.
As depressing as it may be to see your dreams slip off your fingertips, you have to get things together and make some of the most crucial decisions that you have ever made.
Bangla films have a strange reputation. But when you come to think of it, the questionable Dhallywood films have the uncanny ability to lighten up a bad mood. After all, we deserve bits of wild imagination and alternate universes sometimes.
Going through my old belongings, I found a series of half-written princess notebooks that had once been christened as “My Diary”. And flipping through the pages, every pivotal turn that I had left way back in time look up at what I am now. Taking a few pages from the life of a typical girl, I saw how the stories unfold.
He sat on the cracking cot – the memories were fluid and vivid, and somehow, even after such a long time, they had the authority to make him lose sleep at night.
Remember Perry? Perry the Platypus? Yep, I'm talking about the oh-so-amazing mammal from Phineas and Ferb whose successful missions against Doofenshmirtz foiled the plans of Candace to show mom what the boys did.
He pressed the numbers in, adding, subtracting and writing the result – seeing a surplus, he smiled. This month brought in more than the last, and the figures had been growing for some time now.
The framed pictures hung from the wall, filled with smiles – all of the faces captured the mark of happiness.
