But then again, I am a silly old man, and this story is not about me. It is about Bijoy and Radha, both of whom hated darkness.
Shouvojit Sarker
Kartik and Ganesh were fighting about who loves their mother more. Goddess Durga, annoyed by their quarrelling all the time, proposed a competition.
The privileged believed themselves to be equal in their suffering.
I always woke up in the middle of the night.
Why did the overcrowded capital of a third-world country suddenly feel like heaven? It hadn’t for the last 20-odd years.