“ফার্স্ট পার্সন”: HOLOCENE DAYS PT. 1

We didn’t have a second floor yet. Our house was almost surrounded by trees, some were really big wood apple or bael and mango trees and the small ones kind of formed bushes and shrubs. The bushes concluded into a mound and the mound into a field to the east. It was where my friends and i would play every afternoon. Our house used to … Continue reading “ফার্স্ট পার্সন”: HOLOCENE DAYS PT. 1

Montage

Originally posted on Memory, Fiction…:
1 The cigarette was hanging between his lips, the smoke was curling up in the air. The moon was astonishingly bright that night and the halo, too clear to remain unnoticed. He took out his phone, wrote “Lunar halo. Have a look at the moon.”. “Aren’t you sleepy?”, a reply came before the next puff of the cigarette. He took… Continue reading Montage

One Person at a Time: An Oasis of Serenity Amidst the Heart of Bakkhali

3:30 am was when the phone rang. Nobody answered. 4:00 am, the alarm went off. I woke up, gave a call back, did a few other calls, went to the bathroom, brush my teeth, took the backpack, set out. 5:12 am was when the train was supposed to arrive. Was it on time? I don’t remember. When we reached in Bakkhali it was around 9 … Continue reading One Person at a Time: An Oasis of Serenity Amidst the Heart of Bakkhali