I’ve been reading Elif Shafak’s memoir Black Milk: on Writing and Motherhood recently. The writer talks of the “harem of women inside her”, she calls… The Harem in Me
Time
23.07.2019 Home, Chittagong, Bangladesh. You know how you sometimes feel that extreme urge to write something but when you get down to it, you just don’t know what to write or where to even begin? It’s one of those days today. In fact, most of my days are those kind of days. But I […]
boundaries
boundaries. as the two children on the cycle stopped midway to very evidently stare at my colorful glory, i wondered, when was the last time i stopped in my tracks to shamelessly stare at someone without the fear of the embarrassment that came with being noticed? when did i stop jumping at the sight of […]
Every word I write..
I was a troublesome kid when I was young. I gave my mother, who herself struggled with English, a very hard time. My handwriting was terrible, I would only do homework with my eyes glued to the TV screen, and threw tantrums if I were asked to do otherwise. So, seeing no other way to […]
The Candy Man
The old man put the lollipop in the pocket of his coat and locked his shop. The head of the lollipop was emerging from the pocket as he walked, displaying the wonderful amalgamation of the brightest colors, giving off the sweetest and the most delicious aroma of candy. It caught the eye of the passerby; […]
Smile
You know how they say that the saddest people smile the brightest? They’re not lying. She wasn’t really fond of posing for photographs, but she did end up in many. And each photo that she appeared in was marked by her unique smile, the kind that showed her teeth and gums; the kind of […]
Sky
She squinted to focus on the clouds. How did people see things in these? She could never do that. “Okay” she replied absent-mindedly to her mother, who was sitting beside her in the car. “Are you even listening to me?” “I guess.” Although she could never spot images in the clouds […]
Disaster Inc.
Everyday for the past three weeks, when I returned from school, I’d do a double take at the door and think “Whoa! Tsunami struck Japan?” and then it’d settle down on me “Oh, home!” Having cousins is like the best thing on planet Earth, isn’t it? It’s not! Especially when you have cousins like mine. […]
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