When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?

1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you

It was actually a bit of a relief to sit on the terrace of the Gezira Pension and have a quiet breakfast before plunging back once more into the traffic of Cairo in search of a carriage to the museum.

In the psyche and schema of the average transnational Bangladeshi, rape is visible and legitimate only when it takes spectacular forms—violent, brutal, deadly.

For educators: My go-to text on 1971 is Jahanara Imam’s Ekattorer Dinguli. It’s a deeply personal and powerful memoir that I believe every student should engage with to truly feel the emotional and human cost of the war. The way she documents her experiences, especially the loss of her son, is heart-wrenching and offers a perspective that transcends history—it becomes deeply relatable and unforgettable.

I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night

A long stretch of time / passed in prison

The night after the story got published, Jamal stormed to my home at around 11 PM, drenched in the rain. That was the first and only time Jamal raised his voice against me

The large green pond of Dhanmondi Lake was probably the first source of natural water that I had witnessed. It sheltered a huge number of people who have lived,

Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot.  –Kaajal (1965)

One sits silently. Her eyes blink sometimes. Sometimes her lips tremble a little, or they don’t tremble at all.

I spent the last night with your lover 

Pale, aristocratic, seductive forces lurking in the dark—when we think of vampires, we often perceive them through a western lens

When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right

I carry them openly in these calloused hands and hold them out to you could you tell me I'm worthy of love

“Residents usually get 30 days of observation period,” said the man at the reception, “but since it’s a leap year, you get an extra day.

Bolstered, the six little mice lead their army up–up–up the trunk of the poor, ravaged oak they were so desperate to save. 

After many years, Ira has returned to my town. She hops four towns to get here. We are supposed to meet today. I’ve been ready since morning. We will meet by the lakeside.

Raise no alarm, if on a night dimly lit,

A star fell on the ground in the windy night