My attempt to explain the difficult concept of famine to my son.
An effort to write in Bangla after a long long time. Please bear with me for spelling/grammatical mistakes, if any.
Megh peon er bag er bhetor mon kharap er dista, mon kharap hole kuasha hoy byakul hole teesta…
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 […]