Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

I smell the fragrance of fall in the air. The morning air is crisp, the leaves are turning, the days are getting shorter, and the temperature is dipping. The quilts are out, the comforters are in. Summer dresses are out, sweaters and light jackets are in. While the aforementioned changes are easier to adjust to, it is my garden and its changing appearance that asks me of my patience, for it is going to be a long wait before my garden dresses up in a myriad of colours afresh.

Bhutan welcomes the birth of its new prince by planting over 1 lakh trees across the country.

Unidentified assailants hacked to death a journalist of a local daily, tying him to a tree in an isolated place in Rangpur city on Wednesday night.