The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.
All the upsetting news we received, we learned to toss with the stones that skipped seven times across the water before sinking into oblivion.
The first ray of the morning sun poured down on the sapling, unveiling the dark around it. In the middle of the forest, among the many greeneries, t
Mrinmoy lwas trying to figure out why she suddenly brought it up at 3 in the morning.
My motherland, Bangladesh was liberated from the Pakistani autocrats on 16th December 1971 sacrificing 3 million lives and 9 months of the blood-shed war. After 49 years of freedom, our nation has progressed technologically and economically but freedom from hunger, freedom from corruption, and education for all are yet to be achieved.
The word “liberation” is one that has a very broad meaning. The meaning of it has many aspects, and is not only confined to the political context. One might be born in a liberated nation, but may not necessarily lead a liberated life. To me, the meaning of liberation is a combination of freedom of expression, personal empowerment and freedom from social stereotyping.
The night calls out with blaring horns, Trucks and buses and uncompromising scorns,
