FABLE FACTORY

FABLE FACTORY

The Last Few Fries

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.

1y ago

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Love will live

Or will you bloom into a new life with me? 

1y ago

Fable Factory / Storytellers

“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”

1y ago

Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

1y ago

Fable Factory / 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.

1y ago

Death of a novelist

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.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Blurry artwork

It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.

1y ago

THE ESSENCE OF TIME

The essence of time is not what it seems. Fleeting and seeping through cracks in hell and space, Learning and failing under the universe and its schemes, Plans that don’t deem you enough to fit in any one place.

4y ago

Nippon Paint holds AYDA in Bangladesh

With the theme “FORWARD - A SUSTAINABLE FUTURE”, Nippon Paint launched Asia Young Designer Award competition for the students of architecture and interior designing departments of different universities in Bangladesh.

4y ago

A Story in Time

In your last letter, you asked me a great but difficult question. All I can share is my journey through this mysterious concept that we call ‘life’. Like you,

4y ago

A day and a life

The heat was nothing short of unbearable as he stared at the bold yet intricate patterns painted on the CNG in front of him...

5y ago

SACRED BLACK INK

The curves of her C’s And the loops of her L’s. The swirls of her S’s

5y ago

Poor Little Smart Boy

His smile itself is an enchantress, his eyes two deep pools of the darkest coffee you make in December, amidst deadlines and impending vacations. “Two more days,” you tell yourself in your head, “This all will be over and I’ll get to relax.”

5y ago

Signs

Rehnuma, from her early teens, had absolutely loved cooking. After she got married, and the task became a duty, she loved it more.

5y ago

HIS HANDS WERE WARM

I held my grandfather’s hands, like he had held mine during my childhood despite my discomfort. My mother would bug my father about it once in a while, in a very soft manner. Father would squint his eyes and think deep. Mother would get bored and walk away.

5y ago

MASTER OF PING PONG

Cubicles, cubicles Perfect your cuticles Beautiful, immovable Work in pharmaceutical Usual, suitable Visions longitudinal Acoustical, musical Fire in the crucible Usable, renewable Born to be excusable Disputable, hot missile Physically magical Mythical yet practical A good life in the cubicle

5y ago

Traffic Tryst

On this crowded pavement full of pedestrians pushing past each other, we’re strangers in every definition of the word.

5y ago