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  • The school bell still rings at my alma mater

    The twentieth century had dawned to see the culmination of changes in all spheres of life. One of the most visible changes was in the education sector.

  • What follows “I do”

    By 3AM in the morning, the hullaballoo was over. Our wedding party had reached Dhaka, the ceremonial welcome of the new bride over and done with, and J, my kid sister ushered us to the room.

  • Baby's first morsel

    The literal translation of the Sanskrit word means 'food feeding' or 'eating food,' but in the Bengal regions, it is more commonly known as “Mukhey bhaat.”

  • On the edge of anxiety's seat

    Do you ever feel like your mind is enveloping you in a hug, and not the nice, warm one, but a tight, suffocating hug that constricts your breathing, makes your skin sweat or your heart race in fear?

  • The peculiar case of nicknames

    Do these words sound familiar? Maybe not, if you are a millennial, but Gen X can surely recollect the expression, as words spoken by people in the peripheries of Bangladesh.

  • Letter to My Past Self

    This is a letter you would want to save for the future; for all the heartaches and bliss you endure.

  • My Billy goat gruff Code two three double o!

    I am not at all against sacrifice. It is a sacred duty bestowed on all well-to-do Muslims and I see many social benefits to be reaped from it, along with obvious spiritual cleansing. However, the blood and gore involved does unnerve me. A little!

  • Remembering our nana

    The void that has encapsulated our lives in the wake of his absence knows no bounds. From the day we were born till the day he passed away, he had always made it a point to shield us from each and every unfavourable circumstance that hit our paths.

  • Your latest cooking disaster

    While some excel at whipping up delicious meals within minutes, some just do not quite make it. No matter how many ingredients you have lying in your pantry, and the latest gadgets that are supposed to make life simpler, some of us just do not possess the magical wand required to make cooking an art!

  • Revisiting songs and lyrics of a decade

    The Nineties as a musical era started late and ended early — kicked in by the scritchy-scratch power chords of "Smells Like Teen Spirit," ushered out by the doomy piano intro of ". . . Hit Me Baby One More Time." Anti-pop defeated by pop — full circle, all apologies.

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