Shreyosi Endow

Standardised tests are necessary hurdles to get to our goals.

I had a habit of looking up at the sky every now and then whenever I walked back to my dorm at night. Granted it did not make for a very smooth walk but it had become almost an impulsive thing to do.

Joy and I sat exactly opposite the entrance door of the café at a table for four. The bell above the door chimed as a couple walked in with two little girls who looked about the age of six.

The night after our last goodbye,

The music drowned in the hustle bustle of the people at the reception. I squeezed past the crowd flocking into Reggie's and out into the fall breeze.

I think I'll just let the phone ring today.

The campus of North South University was abuzz last weekend as it hosted the Gala Round of “DCCI presents Bangladesh YouthFest”, an initiative of Bangladesh Band Forum (BBF) on May 13-14, 2016.

United Nations Youth and Students Association Bangladesh (UNYSAB) organised the National Youth Summit 2016 on April 29, 2016 in the Nawab Ali Chowdhury Senate Building, University of Dhaka.

ULAB's Department of English and Humanities hosted its 2nd Inter-University Student's Conference and Cultural Competition titled “Shakespeare..

Winter had lost its significance a long time back here in Dhaka. Global warming had stripped it off its grace years ago.

I tugged at Dadu's crisp white shirt as he struck up a conversation with Amir Chacha.

The latest workshop of Imagine Write Creatively was held on April 2, 2016, at the premises of European Standard School (ESS) in Dhanmondi.

I have always had mixed feelings about the crushes I had during my adolescence.

Orion skipped from one heap of dry leaves to another, setting them afire.

Haircuts are tricky. They can either make you look like you walked straight out of the cover of Vogue's latest issue or give you a minor heart attack every time you accidentally turn your phone's front camera on.

Remember that magical moment when your favourite teacher asked you to be his assistant? Or the time when your neighbour thought you were 'perfect' for her undisciplined, notorious and educationally-backward child?

The golden glow from the circular lamp that hung from the ceiling dimmed to a murky yellow.

Cocooned in the soothing darkness was a lantern. Its light, mellow and yellowish, was just enough to illuminate the surroundings.

Mornings weren't kind to me anymore.

Darkness closed up on him once again, the room grew colder. The last time they had come in, he heard that it had started snowing.