An effort to write in Bangla after a long long time. Please bear with me for spelling/grammatical mistakes, if any.
Remembering the song by Beatles…https://www.instagram.com/p/Bkw6NklnrSL/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=vsflmbrqhdyl
Believing in sweethearts
I have been thinking of the best opening line for this, but nothing comes to mind. For, with overwhelming emotions comes the risk of inaccurate articulation of the events that happened. So I will try to blurt it out without further ado. I still can’t believe this really happened. We had been to Jim Corbet […]
On an ordinary Sunday, as Ria sat for breakfast with her parents, her mind was very far away. She couldn’t forget the previous night. She couldn’t forget what she had experienced. And who would have believed her anyway? But maybe she could put down the words in her diary one day… whether someone read it […]
On the stormy evening She was looking for purple She was looking for off beats She was looking for mysteries On the stormy evening She was looking for long-lost friends She was looking for everlasting words She was looking for unending laughter She was looking for afternoons She was looking for stories She was looking […]
It was three years after India was independent. This story is set in the-then Bombay. It would be bland to call this a love story, but it is nothing but that. When Linda came to Pari’s house, she first looked at the wooden door behind the garden. It was slightly ajar. Then she noticed Pari dancing […]