My own sorrow

To say that human emotion is so cosmic is sometimes, all times and very much a lie. Why? You expect me to answer something I know but I cannot explain – it’s important to learn what you can even learn from those indescriable things; even though if lectures cannot be given on it and thatContinue reading “My own sorrow”

The Mourning Calendar

The short haired girl in front of me was the first one; the rest followed her furiously: they decided the best thing was to decorate – a chemist’s fancy, an engineer’s minor alteration and an architect gathering of shade. Tumio jodeo kone kichu koro na tumi fashba, her voice pounded, Karon juboner kotha Manush lekheContinue reading “The Mourning Calendar”