Poignant lines on wishful death
A politician and journalist by profession, Abul Mansur Ahmad began his career as a National Congress worker in Bengal.
Now I wonder the world is a painting, an imaginary chamber where captives sing, like a caged dove obeying a hunter enticing free birds to live in bliss. And then I see darkness of dusk fade away as the sun begins to peek in the east.
Honourable president [of Bangla Academy], president of the reception committee, guests from abroad, representatives from the diplomatic corps and the respected audience,
Despite the absence of city singers, musicians and dancers, there is no shortage of such artists in the rural areas.
She woke up to milky streetlight spilled on the bed, his exposed neck in its creamy glow. The dark dip between the wings of the collar bones a misshapen waking eye. Keeping watch. She shifted the weight off her right shoulder to turn to the other side. The shoulder was pulsing a heart-beat rhythm of pain. Pain unlike the kind he had brought on a million of his people. A million pairs of hands that would swim oceans, leap mountains, brave war-zones, to switch places with her. For access to that throat. She landed softly on her left. It was time for the other shoulder to share the pain.
A story from a different perspective
A campus story, "The Almond Pair" could take place anywhere!
Composed on the occasion of the opening ceremony of Padma Bridge.
Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only
“The Khans are pretty generous. This year, they have distributed over 1000 pieces of clothes, all new.”