Still Life

So, I drew this, then took a picture of this…. This doesn’t come under photography, right? Ok, will post a proper black and white photography at the end of the day…. For now, this is a pencil drawing….

Better off

I rushed past the people, in a hurry to reach my destination. I was already 5 minutes late for work and the footpath was immensely crowded. I slammed into a few people, almost fell on a few, but tried not to slow down the pace. Sweat ran down my face and neck and my right…

Couldn’t see

And then I broke down again The pillow witnessed the pain The nib of my fountain pen Remained dry, unused, broken. Words didn’t overflow. When did I let them go? What was going on with me? My inner eye couldn’t see.

Halloween!!

1) I’m not a schizophrenic, I swear….. Please trust me, I didn’t hallucinate. I can be sure of this…. Because the girl whom I see, matched the one in the photograph that I found in the basement. 2) I looked at myself in the mirror. The light coming from outside was illuminating half of my…

Liebster Award

I had been nominated for this award long ago by Aqib Bilal. He writes about the Islam religion and it’s powerful preachings. You must check out his blog. The blog is amazing. You’ll find it here: islamicreminderssite.wordpress.com Aquib is like a brother. And I’m really glad that he thought me eligible for the award. The Rules:…

One Fine Morning

NOTE: I wrote this story for my Bengali project. The English translation of the story, also by me, is more detailed. Those who can read in Bengali and want to read this one in Bengali, here it is:  I opened my eyes to the warm golden sunrays falling on my eyelids. It was too bright…