The world was yellow today. For a brief flicker between now and opportunity, it sparked in front of our eyes. We were there. As we drowned, as we let go, we saw the hopelessness of our lives, like a last feeble breath of wind that stirs the fallen leaves. It rained for long, I suppose. …
Category: My Literary Column
Remember
Suddenly I remember you, alive. You were right with me, in that dark, hazy garage. We were about to go out and you said you’d take me on your bike. I thought it would be silly, so I remember making an excuse. I said we’d walk. I think you saw through it then. The traffic …
Emptiness
Emptiness comes visiting every night. I have tried to think, to reason why What gap, perchance, escaped me, what sadness I forgot to fix. And as I stumble every night, without an answer for my friend I must lend him a bit more of my strength. My friend, for all my quiet nights, for …
অবিশ্লেষ্য
ভেবে দেখেছি অনেকটাই ফাঁপা হলেও হয়ত কোনও এক বিস্মৃত কালে যা আজ মনে হয় আদিমানবের দেওয়ালে প্রথম আঁচড় কাটার দিন কিছুটা সত্য বাঁচিয়ে রেখেছিলাম, কিছুটা সময় তোমার জন্য | আজ এই তাত্ক্ষণিক জীবনের যুগে হঠাত্ ভেবে ফেললে হয়ে যাই অপরাধী হয়ত কখনো ছিল না কিছু এই ঘৃণ্য পাতলা তামাটে চামড়ার তলায় ছিল কেবল ডারউইনের সেই যুগ-যুগান্তরের জড় তপস্যার বর বিস্ময়কর চলমান মানব …
The Debt
'Mr. Borovski!' Alfredo called out in a weak voice, squinting up at the window. Yet another day of futile pilgrimage to the familiar dark buildings of the publishers. Dust now clung all over his shoes, and sweat to his weary skin. Nothing had turned up. All the publishers had rejected his stories outright, a glance …
One Life 