Certain DepthsThis depth in me, I would like to uncover. I cannot seem to reach the surface. Even if I do, I am drowned all the same. She knew that I…May 25, 2022May 25, 2022
Of GriefGrief didn’t hit her when he was dead. Uncanny as it was, she believed that crying over a dead person was useless. It was the emptiness…Jun 21, 2021Jun 21, 2021
আইতাUnable to tell if she had eaten or not, I saw her tears of ignorance. In a weak voice, she said "খালো নে নাই জানো, পাহৰীয়ে গলোঁ নহৈ।". Her…Mar 27, 2021Mar 27, 2021
ChinatownMy body, harboured a violent storm. Uprooting the desires inside, Tearing me whole outside, Never for once, giving away it's unconvincing…Mar 27, 2021Mar 27, 2021
A Letter to Sylvia PlathBy the roots of my hair, some God got hold of me, I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. - Sylvia Plath (The Hanging Man)Mar 25, 20211Mar 25, 20211
A Book Half-ReadYoung kids jabbering, mumbling, dancing, confessing, and sharing rumours of the 'cool kids' surrounded her along with the blistering heat…Mar 22, 2021Mar 22, 2021
A Withered FlowerThe last time that I saw her, she couldn’t speak. They put a mask over her mouth to help her breathe better. Her eyes were swollen and…Mar 22, 2021Mar 22, 2021
Published inThe Victorian Study CircleReading Dickens’ (an Englishman’s!) Take on the French RevolutionTitle: A Tale of Two Cities Name of Author: Charles Dickens Year of Publication: 1859 Publisher: Chapman and Hall.Mar 21, 2021Mar 21, 2021
