Tag: #truth
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My father’s home
I wrote this tanka prose on the 26th of November. The tanka prose is based on my visit in September to the place where my father bought his first house. The house was in a most sought-after locale and I remember, dad, being very proud of it. I was around nine at the time and […]
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The Rising
5.26 a.m. Dhaka The beginning of a new day His Majesty is on the way Watch ye creatures still on your bed How the path’s paved red In his honour. Awaken! Witness the glory The brilliance, the blazing fury Watch him takes his seat In the firmament. Be not afraid of the heat That warms […]
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Dhaka Diaries : Anchoring myself
After a month here, I finally picked up the paintbrush last night. I love painting and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I have all that I need – the art supply, the table to paint on and even the easel, which I picked up at the local market even before I moved […]
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Dhaka diaries: The first fortnight here
As of today, we’ve finished a little more than a fortnight. I have been procrastinating writing this post as I find the hotel room uninspiring. It doesn’t matter that the writing table overlooks the canal or that the big French windows give me an unhindered view of the sky, the brick-red rooftop of the American […]
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Quote 27 : Forgive yourself
I felt the need to write this. It was something I said to a friend who lost her brother. I decided to share it because I realized she probably was not the only one who needed to hear it. Relationships are complicated and they rarely end perfectly, especially with those we are closest to. Because, […]