When Ullash decided to choose the cat for one of his experiments, our borobhabi, Ullash's mother, didn't raise a single objection
Ravindra's prose is brisk, smooth, and detailed, with numerous stories from traditional Nepali and Hindu folklore chipped in, adding layers as the story unfolds.
In dry, forgotten Shukhno Gram, a station master’s dull routine shifts when a runaway bride in blue arrives. Their unexpected bond, painted with longing, art, and fleeting rain, transforms solitude into a moment of magic.
Now, an automated metro-rail glides silently through the city. Conversations have become clipped, calculated. Efficiency replaces spontaneity. They call it peace. Rahim calls it absence.
Farid Shaheb earned a fair bit at the office today. These days, because of the Anti Corruption Commission and newspaper journalists’ incessant pestering, he can no longer directly take the money offered to him.
“Do you think they think about us?” Asgar muttered.
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
Beyond the celebration of Eid, this book also explores themes of love, loss, and the grief of spending a special occasion without a loved one.
I stared at the row of pre-peeled and packaged tangerines sealed tightly under plastic wrap.
The author shared about her life being an associate professor, teaching Management, raising two girls, and her love for writing over a cup of coffee and snacks.
Despite the decelerating growth rate and with the country's population currently standing at 16.51 crore as opposed to just 14 crore in 2011—merely 10 years ago—overcrowding is still a massive cause of headache for most of us.
“I need you to take a few deep breaths. In and out, just like that.”
When Naf woke up, he didn’t have much expectations from the day.
The world underwater which I can never see from up here, the world in mid-sky.
"But that's not McDonald's. It's MacDonwald's. Must be a knock-off."
We’ll be honest—instead of all the work we had piled up today, be it taking or attending classes, editing articles, or reporting news, all we at The Daily Star wanted to do was curl up with a good book, wrap ourselves with blankets and sink into some good old, comforting storytelling.
A story from a different perspective
The winter has seized my heart, I can only hear the silence around me now!
The day had not yet begun, the security light not yet put out.
