JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes
My plane landed in Dhaka at 2:30. By the time, I went through customs, it was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I became restless. How long would it take to go home? No one lived there now. My house stood alone, empty. I left it one month and thirty days ago. I locked the door before I left.
Hermit-crab fiction use ready-made templates such as recipes, shopping lists, meeting minutes and other forms and is a great way for experimenting with form in short fiction.
the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box
Three-year-old Maria asks her nine-year-old brother, Ibrahim.
justice—where is justice?
If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.
Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?
JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes
My plane landed in Dhaka at 2:30. By the time, I went through customs, it was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I became restless. How long would it take to go home? No one lived there now. My house stood alone, empty. I left it one month and thirty days ago. I locked the door before I left.
Hermit-crab fiction use ready-made templates such as recipes, shopping lists, meeting minutes and other forms and is a great way for experimenting with form in short fiction.
Keep relatives at a distance, they will never visit but will always give untimely advice or spill half-true family secrets.
The man set out for town at the wake of dawn. It was the month of Phalgun. A nip of chill was still in the air. Wrapping himself in a tattered shawl, he started walking. He had a long way to go, a small river to cross. And then, the town would come into view.