We've all heard about that list in that magazine where Dhaka is the second worst city in the world. Born and raised in this city, I refuse to believe that.
It's that time of the year again, when your alarms have been set to 3 am so that you can have a nice meal before forgoing food for a long number of hours the next day.
Fragile Things is not a conventional short story collection. It is quite possibly an odd and approximate sketch of what the inside of Neil Gaiman's head looks like.
The door creaks as she pushes it open, making all heads in the room turn towards her.