Beyond the pale
-Ariful Abir
There are black clouds in the sky. Raindrops are announcing their arrival. The flow of the wind indicating that they want...
The darkness of the gleam
-Ariful Abir
"Epashe Epashe, jhal garam khabar epashe."
They are screaming in the fair named 'Amor ekushe grantha mela'. There were a...