An Ode to Recovery: Burn that Bridge, Baby
I haunt that old cafe no more; No longer wait on those figments of mystery that we were. I still wonder if you’re safe and sound, wonder how, knowing you’re so destructive? Once the parcel has been returned to the…
An Ode to Recovery: Midnight Show
When my head hits the pillow at night, I don’t see a blank ceiling, I see us, reliving our memories like an overrun movie on a large screen, like a sky full of gleaming stars, showering light all around me.…
An Ode to Recovery: Twilight’s Pawn
You silly little sunshine, So put together at midday! Tell me have you tried Solving the riddle in your name, Lost your eyes in the process And could never find the pencil? You twirl and giggle, His feet are tired,…
An Ode to Recovery: Delicate
Yellow, white, golden and brown: same old curtains surround me every morning; Morbid, plain, so delicate, so pale. They bend and break too, but in their ruins, all you see are loose threads; In mine, you see placid, darkened eyes…
Why I can never be “strong”: Empowerment ≠ Domination
The only time people are willing to engage in dialogue about women’s rights is perhaps once a year on Women’s Day. Even then, there are people complaining left and right about how this day is “unnecessary”. There’s this very common…
2019 Resolution: Leaving my 15 Year Old Self Behind
Being at a point in life where I’m headed towards adulthood, but not quite sure whether or not I’m ready for it, I decided there are some conversations I need to have with myself. My friends and I casually joke…
In Retrospect: The Woes and Wonders of LitFest 2018
There was a mystic aura above; was it the weather, the changes, the uniqueness, or lack thereof? LitFest 2018, unlike every year, was not a smooth walk-in-the-park. The transition of the theme colors from violet to orange would be the…
Dhaka Lit Fest: Literature’s Happy Place
Delve into the literal embodiment of losing yourself in a power-packed weekend of literary extravaganza. The November air is the best time for festivities, especially if you think yourself to be an artsy person who appreciates quiet moments spent in…
Why Shifting Apartments in Dhaka is Painful (but Worth it)
Most of us have gone through the pains of shifting to a new apartment in Dhaka. If you have lived with your Grandparents at the house your parents grew up in for as long as you can remember or a…
Memoirs of Inter-faith Festivities
Not every sense of belonging comes from adoption- try adaptation. It was in 2002, I was merely two and half years old, when I went on my first abroad trip to Uttar Pradesh, India. That year, Ramadhan and Diwali came…
