Ramblings of a Distressed Woman

I meant to have been editing a play tonight; and writing a story; translating a few love/prayer poems. But I shall do none. I am boycotting poetry tonight. I am boycotting music, drama, art- all that I consider beautiful. I am in the mood for nothing but ranting and raving right now. And this is going to be the most rambling piece of writing I’ve ever done because I’m struggling to formulate my thoughts. There’s nothing beautiful about the pictures that are crowding my thoughts at the moment. All I can see in my mind’s eye are ugly dead bodies. There’s nothing beautiful about death, especially those fast forwarded by menace and violence. There have been far too many lately. I feel gutted, even with the victims. They go get themselves killed disturbing my peace and comfort. I am no more graceful than the next selfish person, and would have been able to continue with my peaceful life if they didn’t somehow make me feel it could’ve been me. Yes, I could’ve easily been Sohagi Jahan Tonu, now the smiling cute face with a mischievous twinkle in the eyes nestled in a brightly colourfu...

Encounter at Jessore Road

The leftist movement of Bangladesh had a glorious past. After independence, facing harassment at the hands of Rakhkhi Bahini, the militia wing of the party in power, the leftists turned against the Father of the Nation Sheikh Mujibur Rahman. That widened the avenues for the defeated conspirators of ...