Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

For poet Abul Hasan Neither the pen nor the camera has changed 

Anyone could see that they were a couple very much in love. Always laughing at each other’s jokes. Finishing each other’s sentences. Name the cliché and you’ll find them living up to it without question. 

Shakespeare’s enduring international appeal is in part due to the remarkable personalities he had invented.

The Calcutta trilogy withstands the test of time and seems relevant to us even today, perhaps because Satyajit Ray was keen to ask questions rather than suggest a solution to the audience

You are wide awake again

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

I’m going through a heartbreak

Shahaduz Zaman stands out prominently as a significant figure in the contemporary Bangla literary landscape, utilising intertextuality throughout his works, and   infusing various texts and genres into his narratives.

Everyone gathered around the east end of the Shashipur to watch Sharafat Miah dig his own grave. The local kids lurked around Sharafat’s old hut, keeping a watch on the progress of the grave until their mothers came to pick them up after Maghrib.

The love of the city prevails over the love of kulfi

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

Let me be free. Let me be free 

Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.

That split second when the rubber slaps your skin and stays, when there is a click of a switch, a levitation, a lightness of your body—everyone remembers the first time they are knocked out, everyone except Mr Suleyman Khar, regional light-heavyweight titleist,

(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)

Playing with a location that seems real but is not is a tricky line to negotiate, and writer beware: you will be attacked

At around 2 AM he was awoken by the sound of Shahidun’s sniveling cries on her prayer mat. As grating as it might have sounded, he felt grateful for it to have woken him up.

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 30 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Cube.

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 29 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Call