It took me a long time to realise that creativity is a process. It feels stupid admitting this after seven years writing and editing for a magazine, but when I started at a tender age,

I have an old National brand VHS player at home. Back in the 90s, my family was into Bangla and Indian television dramas, and the occasional film.

Winter is here! Sure it’s not fully here yet but for people like me who wait around for the earliest signs of the seasons changing, I’m content with managing to catch a whiff of winter air.

I walked out onto the balcony last night and felt a shiver down my spine. It was not simply because I am afraid of the dark. There was a different reason. It’s getting cold, folks.

It’s happened again, folks. The news cycle, on a break from usual dourness, has taken a turn for the morbid. A slew of horrible things have taken place at once, at home, around the world, and in our collective consciousness.

Extracurricular activities are synonymous to opportunities. Change my mind.

I love cities. I love finding out about all the different cities of the world, what makes a metropolis special and unique, I like thinking about what it is about the people living in a certain place that makes a place a certain way.

It’s gotten to a stage where reality is becoming hard to grasp. I know that sounds alarmist and people often say these things without meaning them, but let me explain.

I had a birthday recently. It’s true that birthdays become less and less exciting as you grow up. Your age, that all-important number, becomes more of a nagging reminder to get things done instead of being an excuse for youthful exuberance like it used to be. What a nightmare!

Log into Facebook, you have infinite scrolling. On your Netflix home screen, endless things to watch. Choose music on Spotify, there’s too many on shuffle. Where, if at all, does it end?

If you asked me what I think a writer is, I’d say a writer is someone who can tell tales that are worth listening to, for someone, somewhere,

I went on a life changing trip to a magical place last year. It was a place full of football, cricket, and history. There, I saw a rainbow.

Three months in and we still don’t know where we are. If this shutdown was a 15th century Spanish expeditionary voyage, we’d point to the next

There are two sides to a coin. You can toss it however you want, and regardless of the outcome, one thing remains constant.

This past month, I think I spent the most time with my parents since I was a toddler. And that brought me to a realisation. Millennials and

The year is 2020. I don’t think we’ll ever forget that. We barely experienced April this year; the days went by faster than the gusts of the Kalbaishakhi. And what day is it today? I don’t know.

These are unprecedented times. It really is, I asked my parents and they don’t remember a global pandemic. I looked at the history books and

A couple days from now and the holy month of Ramadan will be upon us. True, this month has a special meaning in our lives, no matter which

The upcoming Bengali new year will be like no other. There will be no songs early in the morning, no festive processions around the city,

With the coronavirus outbreak affecting countries and people all around the world, everything else is cancelled. In the midst of it all,