A 24-hour day is not enough anymore. I need a day to be at least 36 hours long with an option to extend it up to 48 hours.
The lead stories we cover here at SHOUT are all important and we work on these issues because we feel very strongly about them. More importantly, we strive to talk about them when we feel that the time is right. Some cover stories, however, are important to talk about no matter what time of the year it is. These subject matters are relevant all the time and this week’s cover story is one of them.
I very recently finished playing Red Dead Redemption 2, and I loved it. There are so many aspects of the game that deserve a thorough breaking down of their own.
History is one of my favourite subjects. Always has been. Back in school, I used to rest my chin on the desk, and listen away as the History teacher
It took me a long time to realise that creativity is a process. It feels stupid admitting this after seven years writing and editing for a magazine, but when I started at a tender age,
I have an old National brand VHS player at home. Back in the 90s, my family was into Bangla and Indian television dramas, and the occasional film.
Winter is here! Sure it’s not fully here yet but for people like me who wait around for the earliest signs of the seasons changing, I’m content with managing to catch a whiff of winter air.
I walked out onto the balcony last night and felt a shiver down my spine. It was not simply because I am afraid of the dark. There was a different reason. It’s getting cold, folks.
It’s happened again, folks. The news cycle, on a break from usual dourness, has taken a turn for the morbid. A slew of horrible things have taken place at once, at home, around the world, and in our collective consciousness.
I love cities. I love finding out about all the different cities of the world, what makes a metropolis special and unique, I like thinking about what it is about the people living in a certain place that makes a place a certain way.
It’s gotten to a stage where reality is becoming hard to grasp. I know that sounds alarmist and people often say these things without meaning them, but let me explain.
I had a birthday recently. It’s true that birthdays become less and less exciting as you grow up. Your age, that all-important number, becomes more of a nagging reminder to get things done instead of being an excuse for youthful exuberance like it used to be. What a nightmare!