An Ode

Wind, Your serenade makes the leaves twirl about, Twirling and twirling and twirling As if their feet just can’t stop dancing, The blades of grass running across the ground, In mindful chatter, As if time is of the essence. Where are you all off to? With outstretched arms, trees reach up to be caressed, Their…

Winter in Bangladesh

The best part of a foggy, wintry morning in the rural parts around here is enjoying the sweet, sweet, raw molasses, freshly collected from the sap of date trees, free of dust, noise, pollution, and corruption.     A big thank you to baba (my father) who helped me understand the process of how the…

After what seemed like forever, thunder, dragging his feet, roamed off to somewhere distant, roaring and calling. And just like that, the clouds parted and let the sun peek through, as her light caressed everything she touched.   》》》 I don’t know why it took me so long to post this. It was just lying…

Dadi’s Garden

I wanna go back 😭. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmother’s tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or…

The heat is constantly running yet the house is freezing cold. The house sways and creaks to the wind’s battering. 🌬❄🌪