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It was 2015 month of May. Her sister had come out of her college and desired a job. As an elder sister, we all looked…

Her mother and my mother had suffered trauma. The 1971 Bangladesh riots destroyed their homes, their heavens, their dreams They saw live violence beyond human…

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Well, another three years she changed three managers from Maria, Nama, and then a man of her community who declared in the very beginning that…

When she came to this city nine years back, she had thought like an ordinary woman. She had thought of love, marriage, a home, a…

Now, it was her Northerners friends. They were North Indians. They worked here, including her manager Pure. His name was only Pure, nothing else was…

Sometimes she would miss New Kumar after he left. He was not given a single applaud in this whole span. She was angry on him,…

There were many others who had joined in, whom Durjoy John did not know. He was not aware that when we try to hunt an…

One day, the wind blew fiercely. I was no longer able to meet Shrum. We three sat in our room, the wind and rain lashing…

Small are its leaves, round, bright green. Beige is my colour, rotund, golden wheat and cream. Thin, fragile, the twigs run down the plant. My…