Samin Sabah Islam

Nobody likes being the stray cat at a wedding who only takes selfies, since they're a stranger to everybody but perhaps the happy couple. However, with the mere thought of kacchi and unlimited free coffee, we eventually give in.

From howling “Mama, duita shingara” to frantically skimming through bio notes at the last minute for next period's test to bunking math and jamming with a guitar and dudh cha by the staircase – cafeterias not only occupy an enormous space on our school/university grounds but also in our hearts (because who doesn't know that the way to our hearts are through our stomachs?).

Party, next Friday? Prep must start from at least a week before. Bengali house parties are disasters just waiting to happen

I'm a poet and I tell you this,

Dieting and exercising is tough. Sometimes, we, the horizontally challenged need a gentle push, a trace of added motivation to run that extra mile (literally).

One destructive guy. Two fierce, infatuated best friends. A tinge of envy, a spoonful of passive aggressive insults, catfights, and a whole lot of drama.

Some people overlook the hidden meanings behind handshakes because it's an impulsive greeting. But there are many things one can infer from a simple handshake.

Horror movies are created with intentions greater than petrifying you of entering the bathroom solo for weeks, or providing an excuse to play hero as your girlfriend grasps on to you in terror. They aim to convey momentous teachings that your life and death dangerously dangle upon.

Sometimes even cupid's work needs a little push. That's where the wingwoman walks in with the sole duty of finding the single friend a Pringle.

Being in a trio, we don't respond very well to pair works. We're just not about that lifestyle. We face great dilemma when asked to pick a partner.

Coffee tastes better in your tainted china cup,

Marriage, the supposed unification of two souls. What doesn't quite make the "happily ever after" image is the separation between

I'm here trying to subtly impress people by holding my breath underwater for 30 seconds and this person comes in with their impeccable shape and torso chiseled to perfection.

Being a 5' 6” girl in a country where the average height of women is 4' 1” is not as glamorous as it may seem.

Everybody stalks in social media more or less, if you're scrolling through someone's timeline or accidentally liking their Instagram post from 2012 at 2 a.m. you've relapsed beyond help.

I've never been the kind of person who sits and stares at stars. Never until recently when it's the one thing that seems to hold my sanity intact.

Whether it's the bark that calms you down or the meow that thaws your heart, your pet of preference goes a long way to reflect on who you are.

Ambling into his dimly lit room, Maruf hastily shuts the door closed, cutting off abbu mid-lecture about whatever nonsense he was yammering about.

If you're a student stressed about finals, praying for a miracle to pull you back from distractions and help you focus, you aren't alone.

"You're not real" Rida whispered as a rivulet of sweat trickled down her forehead. She kept on repeating it like a mantra, "You're not real, I'm only imagining," as if convincing herself more than convincing the figure before her.