Kazi Falguni Eshita I’m a pentagonal piece of glass bound inside a floral, wooden frame. A recorder of changing moods, a silent witness of her daily activities. I’m a part of her dressing table – THE MIRROR. I knew my little mistress’s family even before she was born. I have seen her mother [...]
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February 1st, 2010 - 12:01 am § in Stories
Going down in history
Barjana Umama It was past midnight. In the silence of the night, jackals were howling and announcing about the part of night. The wind was blowing gently outside and murmured in the trees next to the window pane. Night guards were whistling sometimes. Most of the families were asleep. Only I was awa[...]
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