I never intend to pull an all-nighter. It’s just that some nights, the hours fly but things don’t come together.  

I travelled to a beautiful place last week, and the last time I travelled before this was in March. I remember both vacations clearly, but if you asked me details about the months in between, there wouldn’t be much I would be able to say.

Exams are the worst. I said it as a kid, I say it now, and will continue saying it. I mean, what even is the purpose of exams?

“The Theatre is living its dream. Madeira, Manchester, Madrid, Turin and Manchester again. Wreathed in Red. Restored to this great gallery of the game.

The thing about my to-do lists is that I know I’m not going to get around to doing all of the things on it. It’s reassuring to have a list.

Are things getting back to normal? Do I even dare entertain the thought?

I remember the days of the Snapchat filters. I’ll admit, I’ve used a couple of them.

Last May, I completed my undergraduate thesis. A year’s worth of hard work had finally reached its conclusion. No longer was I going to have to spend sleepless nights trying to fix my code, or have mental breakdowns every time I faced an error. Life for me just became a bit easier.

I’ve always been told things stop being scary once you face them. I don’t believe that’s true. There are things that never get not scary enough. Covid is one of those things.

The 2020 Tokyo Olympics are currently underway. As I write this, the US has the most medals, while China has the most gold medals.

For readers with a keen eye, or even a lazy one, this week’s SHOUT should look very different. It’s prettier, and it’s also an issue consisting only of fiction pieces.

When my grandmother was initially diagnosed with dementia, we were not fully prepared for what was about to come our way.

Growing up, my family would always have Friday morning breakfast together. Everyone had to wake up in time for breakfast, no excuse.

The thrill of getting your first instrument is incomparable. After playing around on a harmonium for a while trying to learn Bangla music, one day when I was at my grandmother’s house, my dad called to say our new instrument was here. It was an upright piano and all I could ask on the phone was what colour it was.

After every new app gains popularity among the youth, it is inevitable that soon its reputation is to be tarnished after some unfortunate news surfaces about the platform being misused by certain users.

The Internet has been on my mind this week. That is not to say it isn’t on my mind constantly, every breathing second of my life is spent thinking of things on the Internet, of how to be on the Internet. I even think about how others have been on the Internet and whether I like what I see.

As humans, we are no stranger to comparison. Even a newborn gets their physical features compared to those in their families. A couple years later, they might be compared with other kids on the basis of their talking manners.

Being a reader comes with its own sense of guilt. In my head there’s a certain number of books you have to read per month to retain the status of a “reader”, sort of like renewing your membership to some kind of cool club.

I often think of my time at school like a wildlife documentary. Students are the dominant species of course, owning the space, adapting to the

Mother’s Day is around the corner and I’m sticking with my usual routine of ordering flowers and avoiding watching Mother’s Day the movie for yet another year (it’s because of the colourful reviews).