With her grief, loss, failure, resentment, disappointment, defeat, death, imperfection, heartache, scars and empty cups from the previous year, Bangladesh greets the first day of Bengali year (14th April) with festivity and day long feasts. . Devastating floods, lurking droughts, looming tidal bores, famine, oddities, hidden fears, riots, leaders pocketing relief money… still oblivion people of this emerald island would forgive the sacrilegious rulers…
The old king with a cold heart, with his raven-black voodoo presence, turned every single Summer into dust. His kingdom was covered all over with rust. “Adjust!” kingsmen ordered the people. . “Fear chokes me, makes me feel like I’m dead, as dead as one can be”, cried a wretched fellow. He was one among hundreds of hungry, scared, nearly-dead people fleeing from a…
Smell of Death and Darkness hangs all around. Limbs and bones of Life and Light are wrinkled, crippled, thin and heavy with the burden of an avalanche of hatred. Love tottered and fell. But still hope remains afloat instead of sinking. Peace decided to live. . . With burning sands of the endless Sahara in our eyes, fear as heavy as the Himalayas in…
Lemons. The taste is as bold as the brightly blazed blue Nile beneath a Harvest-Moon night. The look is as lovely, glittery and gorgeous as your fondest gold jewelry. The scent is intense, soft and soothing as the Salvation granted by God on the Judgement Day. . Just a little squeeze of lemon can change it all. Blunt Carrot Soup bowl turns into…
. When whispering rainy days spill beauty like crystal confetti, rural people of beautiful Bangladesh dance tippy-toes between raindrops. To catch fish from seven hundred shimmering, sparkling, rigorous rivers. To pan-fry glistening, freshly caught fish; tender, gently spiced, gorgeously rich timeless taste. They worship a happy dish like fried fish in their cold, blue, lonely, chilly days. Their damsels make this deliriously euphoric soul-food…
Just a few excellent, exhilarating ingredients – condensed into a cohesion, could make an exuberant, ecstatic, fantastic dish; one worthy of worshiping. It is easy to achieve and summon such absurdly beautiful brightness, if the method is properly executed, spices carefully and lovingly cooked. This is a velvety light, love-driven, decadent, and turmeric-chili-salt-pepper covered enchanting endeavor, best served on a scoop of steamed rice…
There is this humongous mysterious misty Eucalyptus filled jungle standing tall between civilized world and the habitat of savages. A jungle so immeasurably dense that the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose. Darkness and densness consumed all the greens and golden rays of the sun. They say the sun never blazes over there and the moon is always curled up in darkness…
Static, stoic sunlight was streaming through the vast emptiness around and wreaking havoc in the endless Sahara. Wearing burning blisters like a raincoat, the traveler was running clueless in search of a drop of water in the barren land. But the cup was full of sand. After sprinting a light-year around the back side of the moon, crying a million rivers for a single…
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That eighteen hour long journey chocked me like death ! Billions of nightmarish thoughts have been creeping across my heart for the last eighteen hours ! Pursuing higher education in an alien country where I have NOBODY was an ignorant, douche-like decision. (didn’t listen to Mom as I was adult enough to make all the horrible decisions I want). Now my over-zealous self will…