Sunday Talks

Valentine's Day Prose By Roja Sinha

Memories from a lifetime ago. Can never write, not even to my diary, about heartbreaks when I first experience them. Eve...

পত্রলেখা ১৫ বছর আগের একটি গাঁথা | পশ্চিমবঙ্গের সুন্দর একটি শৈল শহরে আমার বাস। সেন্ট মেরিস কালিম্পং স্কুল এর ইংরেজি বিভা...

একদিন, শুধুই আরোহে দুরন্ত জিজ্ঞাসা ছিল, 'আসবে তো ওই দিন? হাত ধরে বেরবো রাজপথ বেয়ে সময়ের প্রবাহে' আকাশে তাকিয়ে দেখি রোদের...

FIRE- She was sitting like an incomparable sculpture as Her black cascade like hair eagerly tried The earth to embrace S...

"For You" You adore me, I adore you Your aspiration has been fulfilled, Come and be part of me Your tears and your pain...

1. SPIRIT OF LOVE Love is a book, the contents of which is incomparable because love itself has no peer. This book conta...

Love and Light You know. from here, there are no going back, on the river bank, a tree is alive with butterflies, and yo...

Serendipity Hasht-Bihisht was the name of the book. The boy narrated. He knew about history of histories. It was the thr...

THE AFTERNOON LOVE The doors are left ajar, The eyes glitter in the hope, The distant sand dunes shine, With the pouring...

Un-separated selves! ... oddly there-that moment again: The January rain in grey sheets, along a long boulevard, off Jan...