The strands of my hair evaporate into spirited bubbles That evanescently cling to the fabric of my curtains;

The wind tickled my face as the clouds hovered above, and the gentle raindrops fell as tears on my overawed face. I looked up at the...

As I was desperately trying to capture this beautiful day, my eyes fell upon a sparrow -or shalik as we say in bengali- It seemed to have...

'My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom.'...