The sea is my escape.
I am compelled to ask what being a Bangali even means today: What shapes our ethnic identity?
At some point, it started turning into hyper-productivity, because more task completion meant more serotonin. My writing, on the other hand, shifted from my internal world to the problems of the external world.
The Dhaka-Cumilla bus tickets are Tk 250 for non-AC, Tk 350 for AC, and Tk 400 for AC VIP. Window seats must be negotiated on the spot. The journey takes three to six hours, past the old capital of Sonargaon, where the moisture in the air inspired the muslin, across the Gomati river and into Cumilla town on the Tropic of Cancer.
Resistance takes many shapes and forms, from taking up arms, to facing police batons, to picking up a pen
These are our shared dreams that inspire a sense of community–we are all in it together.
The sun was up. The sky was a perfect cerulean blue, the neighbourhood blissfully quiet. Through my window, I relished the sunny first day of 2020, with a cup of tea in my hand.
With Ekushey Boi Mela now in full swing, the excitement surrounding the discovery of new releases should be hanging palpably in the air.
There were always some guests who would drop by on Friday mornings and in those days, there were no pre-visit calls to check if it would be alright to drop by.
As a juvenile bibliophile, I used to see the copies as a delicate object greeting with utter care and affection.
A unique opportunity to enhance one's spirituality and reflect on one's faith
