The Greatest Irony of Lal Miah’s Life
JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes
1y ago
Homecoming: a short story by Syed Shamsul Haq
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.
2y ago
Recipe of Panta Bhat with a Few Survival Tips During a Riot
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.
2y ago
July 27, 2024
The song of freedom
the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box
July 20, 2024
Hide, if you want to live
Three-year-old Maria asks her nine-year-old brother, Ibrahim.
July 18, 2024
Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
June 22, 2024
The journey
If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.
June 22, 2024
The exiled daughter
Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?
November 12, 2022
The Greatest Irony of Lal Miah’s Life
JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes
September 24, 2022
Homecoming: a short story by Syed Shamsul Haq
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.
August 29, 2022
Recipe of Panta Bhat with a Few Survival Tips During a Riot
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.
August 20, 2022
When Your Mother is Sick – A hermit-crab fiction
Keep relatives at a distance, they will never visit but will always give untimely advice or spill half-true family secrets.
February 19, 2022
At the Wake of Dawn
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.
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