Metaphors have never made more sense to me than when these two swapped but intertwined lives personified India and Pakistan, the two newborn countries, whose births were marked by blood, pain and trauma.
Maybe I loved her so because we were daughters of the same soil, to some extent, at least. It made me smile. But I also sneered at myself a little bit, because her soil had also ripped apart mine for over 200 years.
The recent results in Zimbabwe have shown that Bangladesh did not do any homework on their young opponents.
The censor board infringes on the freedom of the artiste and the audience in equal parts.
Nothing but their own voices reaches them