Fiction
The Box
She frantically whisper-screamed at him, “Stop yelling! And this is serious Fayaz, we need to find that box.
15 long years and a Bangladesh that stays united
After 15 long years, long years of no freedom, long years of being buried,
My love is lost, and I don’t want it anymore
Every time I enter it, this building carves out a tiny piece of my heart, leaving behind the sharp tang of hospital bleach and lemon-scented air freshener in its place.
Reader Submission / The final message
Ameera was the apple of her grandfather’s eyes. Due to having working parents, she lived with her grandparents most of the time.
When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
Motion
There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.
Afloat, Untethered
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
Jhalmuri for the hollowed in-between
“Extra ghugni, no chilis,” he confirmed, his cyber-enhanced eyes ever judging.
Lady from Leo’s Dream
Leo had just finished his painting. He took a few steps away from the canvas to have a better look – a lady standing on a landscape with a pale smile.