This article celebrates the special bond between grandparents and grandchildren. It shares personal memories of the author’s grandmothers, highlighting their influence and unconditional love. It emphasizes the importance of preserving these relationships in modern times and encourages appreciating grandparents beyond a single dedicated day.
Tiyas finds herself amidst the chaos of a city life, grappling with the challenges of crowded buses and missed romantic opportunities.
This introspective piece explores the two hearts of the author, one embodying childlike innocence and joy, while the other represents wisdom and introspection, guiding them on a transformative journey of self-discovery and enlightenment
এরই মধ্যে, এই পাল্টাতে থাকা মফঃস্বল তার সব নিভৃত কাহিনীদের বুকে করে মার্কারি ভেপরের হিমঘেরা আলোয় ঘুমোতে যাবার তোড়জোড় করে। দেশলাই বাক্সের মতন সাজানো শোবার ঘরে রাত নামে। আহা! শীতে মনটা বড্ড আবদার-আবদার করে….।
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
Next time when you start humming a song, be observant if they tick any of the points listed above. If they do, I am not asking you to change the song, just think would you like to be the subject of the song though.
I am in love because I chose to gently lower my guard and be beautifully vulnerable with this wonderful man with whom every moment shared is worth my while. I have no regrets whatsoever.
Their first meeting had been at a bloggers’ meet. He was fresh, and vivacious, and happy. Now, they would occasionally sit in a cafe that smells heavily of coffee beans and cheesy garlic bread, and buy one another coffee, looking into one another’s eyes. He was never tired of her, of listening to her pain, her unfulfilled desires, her midnight tears. Even amidst a crowd, he would find her. He could never miss her. His eyes would wade through even the most dingiest of places, thickly crowded, to her.
