The old bookshop on the corner of Dhaka’s bustling Nilkhet market had always been a mystery to Rafi. Unlike the flashy stores selling textbooks for the coming exams, this shop, with its wooden shelves and faint smell of old paper, seemed like it belonged to another era. Its owner, an...
The Discovery Shabab, Shafiq, and Shayan had always been inseparable, their bond forged by their shared quest for knowledge. In a university, the three friends were not only brilliant in their respective fields but also deeply spiritual, always reflecting on the greater purpose of their existence. Shabab, a physics prodigy,...
There is a little village in Rajshahi named Majhli. It is situated along the serene banks of the Padma River. The village was known for its lush mango orchards and tranquil ambience. But Majhli held a secret—one that was about to change the lives of its inhabitants, especially a young...
There are barely a huge number of enthusiasts who dream of becoming famous and making a difference. But there’s one from Madaripur who is different, whose name is Sumi. From a young age, Sumi was fascinated by the natural world. She would spend hours in her small garden, observing insects,...
The awakening in Khulna Khulna is a city of hope, beauty, and a rich history of cultural attractions, hosting amazing places of tourist attractions. Arif stood by the Rupsha River, gazing at the horizon. The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the water, as fishing boats returned home....
The Problem Arises In Chattogram, there was a school named Shonar Bangla High School. It was a place where students from diverse backgrounds came together, sharing dreams and aspirations. Among them was a close-knit group of friends: Ayesha, Rafi, Tanvir, and Laila. They were known for their creativity and boundless...
On the rickshaw’s pedals, this vast city revolves with every forgotten moment. Sitting on the rickshaw’s sloped seat, Shahed gazed at the driver’s long, slender, dark limbs on the pedal. Though the rickshaw puller’s pedal is worn, it is steady with those slender limbs. They might be slender, but those...
In the bustling town of Dinajpur, where the streets were always alive with the chatter of neighbours and the laughter of children, lived a young girl named Aisha. At just 15 years old, Aisha was known for her bright smile and her unwavering sense of right and wrong. She was...
In the heart of Willowwood Forest, nestled among ancient oaks and whispering pines, stood the Treehouse Club—a haven for curious souls. Its wooden walls bore etchings of countless secrets, and its roof, a patchwork of moss and dreams, sheltered the most extraordinary gatherings. The club’s members, a motley crew of...
The Curator’s Dilemma The dimly lit corridors of the Metropolitan Museum of Art held secrets that few knew. Under the polished marble floors and behind the priceless paintings, a web of intrigue was about to unravel. Detective Amelia Scott stood at the entrance, her breath visible in the chilly air....
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, lived a young boy named Fahim Ashraf. Fahim was not your average 12-year-old. He had a fascination with the human brain that was unparalleled. He spent hours reading books, watching documentaries, and even attending local university lectures about neuroscience....
She peered through the waiting room’s window. The window frame was dented. The shallow steel created an all-over hollow punch impression. With a voracious appetite, pitch darkness had engulfed the entire place. Zobaida bit her lips with teething anticipation. It had occurred again—an agonizing numbness. She contained the urge to...
In the heart of a bustling city, where the cacophony of life drowned out dreams, lived a boy named Masud. His parents had left this world too soon, leaving behind an empty home and a void that seemed insurmountable. But within Masud, a flame flickered—a determination to rise above his...
It was 3:00 a.m. Anika’s vision became blurry, and her head felt as heavy as lead. Miserably, she flipped through the pages of her “Electronics” book; she had a very important exam the next day. She tried hard to concentrate, but the words and numbers no longer made any sense...
Nadir is packing his bags. The day has finally come. All the trauma, agony, and suffering are finally about to end. “Nadir, your parents are here,” says someone. Nadir quickly picks up his bags and leaves the room. He breaks down the stairs and moves towards the big, black gate....
Under the scorching heat, those book covers looked like an anonymous dry blank page. In the heart of Purana Paltan, there are some baggy old bookshops. With their ragged old pages stood the shop owners. Curious eyes with busy, long strides rolled down their lashes as they walked past the...
Through the gaps in the bushes, the wind blows over black water that looks like tar. Green Bhatiali crawled unknowingly along the shadow of watery nightmares, like the piss of a newborn child’s subconscious. Sattar had been staring at his shadow in the water with sleepless eyes since last night....
That was the most outcast period of my life, in my opinion. The air around me was filled with buffeted wind. I hadn’t taken a breath of fresh air in a long time. Thousands of layers of complexity engulfed me completely. My life stood beside a vivid pit of darkness....
If you look carefully at the small shadow of the shabby little house at the end of Jhill Par road, which gets cast upon on a bright sunny day from the Majia Monjil building. The building itself is endowed with disgusted moss invested walls that roars the most feeble sound...
“These evenings make me feel too detached Rusell”, said Sharif in a gloomy tone. I remained silent. I didn’t have the audacity to extend his words further on. Those sort of philosophical thoughts frequently arises in this friend of mine. We hangout a day of the week at this place...
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