The colours of my May are as yellow as the golden showers. The 7th of this month, the twenty-fifth day of Boishakh in the Bengali calendar, marked the...
Lately, I find myself surprisingly content—perhaps even fortunate. I experienced the great stillness, that strange gift of witnessing how Brahma mig...
The final bell echoes through the book fair, and silence settles like dust. An artist alone in a hotel room after the curtain falls, packing costumes ...
I haven’t been able to write even ten sentences together for nearly a year. The only thing I managed to write during this time was a letter to my co...
The way we react to news—do we ever bow down to the events in our own lives with the same intensity? Take the #DepressionKills wave that gripped us ...
যে রাজা হতে চায় না, চায় না নায়কের প্রস্থান; সফলতা বা সংসার সম্বন্ধে যার ধারণা মোটিভেশনাল স্পিকার বা সাইকোলজিক্যাল কাউন্সিলরের সঙ্গে মেলে না, সে কীভাবে খাপ খাওয়াবে এই সময়ে?