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The culture of going out for iftar is ever increasing in Chattogram.
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The gravity of writing has always come from the writer. A piece of literature cannot be judged without the whys and hows, and these questions are impossible to answer without sentience.
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A Marked Grave
“Where the hell is Manzur?” Taher crouched near a slight bend, peeking over some dying shrubbery. “I said high noon.”
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A pity, it began as a reflective study. A bird’s eye view of Kafka’s conundrum Is a fallen leaf lost, or free? I slid a window wide open Found a dead moth crumpled on the sill.
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Fathers and Daughters and Unmailed Letters
Perhaps father was never taught to love.
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Mason Jar
I stare bleary eyed as my lock screen tells me I have a new message.
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Five places to go for Iftar in Chattogram
The culture of going out for iftar is ever increasing in Chattogram.
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Explorations on Time
I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.
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“Quite mundane and linear”: A reader reacts to our ChatGPT story
The gravity of writing has always come from the writer. A piece of literature cannot be judged without the whys and hows, and these questions are impossible to answer without sentience.
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A Marked Grave
“Where the hell is Manzur?” Taher crouched near a slight bend, peeking over some dying shrubbery. “I said high noon.”
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Odds and Ends from a Poem on Odds and Ends
A pity, it began as a reflective study. A bird’s eye view of Kafka’s conundrum Is a fallen leaf lost, or free? I slid a window wide open Found a dead moth crumpled on the sill.
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If There Were More Hours in the Day
Cool winter winds Carry stories untold
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Lies Woven in Olive Wreaths
Men wearing wreaths uphold their sacred emblem - They extend an olive branch. Hold round-table talks on their next daring conquest. Fill banks with our blood. Build forts of crisp notes. Offer helpless smiles to victims of wars that they sell. They empty the bowels of our earth for oil, tie a string from end to end
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Dear Anonymous
I hope it finds you in good health.
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