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.
When my grandmother was initially diagnosed with dementia, we were not fully prepared for what was about to come our way.
Growing up, my family would always have Friday morning breakfast together. Everyone had to wake up in time for breakfast, no excuse.
The thrill of getting your first instrument is incomparable. After playing around on a harmonium for a while trying to learn Bangla music, one day when I was at my grandmother’s house, my dad called to say our new instrument was here. It was an upright piano and all I could ask on the phone was what colour it was.
After every new app gains popularity among the youth, it is inevitable that soon its reputation is to be tarnished after some unfortunate news surfaces about the platform being misused by certain users.
The Internet has been on my mind this week. That is not to say it isn’t on my mind constantly, every breathing second of my life is spent thinking of things on the Internet, of how to be on the Internet. I even think about how others have been on the Internet and whether I like what I see.
As humans, we are no stranger to comparison. Even a newborn gets their physical features compared to those in their families. A couple years later, they might be compared with other kids on the basis of their talking manners.
Being a reader comes with its own sense of guilt. In my head there’s a certain number of books you have to read per month to retain the status of a “reader”, sort of like renewing your membership to some kind of cool club.
I often think of my time at school like a wildlife documentary. Students are the dominant species of course, owning the space, adapting to the
Mother’s Day is around the corner and I’m sticking with my usual routine of ordering flowers and avoiding watching Mother’s Day the movie for yet another year (it’s because of the colourful reviews).
One thing we don’t want to live with is uncertainty. Sure, there may not be assurance or guarantee with everything but even that’s better.
