I Feel You
Women who are constantly trying to fit in this crazy stereotyped world, I feel you. Stereotypes that paint women as weak and unworthy of love and respect, as the ones to stay behind. You...
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Life with Asthma
Exhale, puff, inhale, 1..2…3 exhale. Better? Yes, if you consider collapsing burning lungs being slightly relaxed ‘better’. There’s no better here. This is not a case of the Monday blues. I can be happy,...
An Unravelling.
I barely enjoy anything anymore. I have to force myself to watch shows, read books, talk to friends, study for exams, work to earn, clean my room, go out to eat, daydream about a...
The Sad Book Chronicles
I remember in tenth grade- during the peak of my romance consumption period- I had watched the last twenty minutes of the 2014 Nicholas Sparks book adaptation, “The Best of Me.” Sixteen-year-old me was...
Why Being “Too Humble” Can Cost You Opportunities
Growing up, I have always learned to give people the chance to speak up, to take on a new challenge, and always tried to provide them with the space to shine. But little did...
Ethnic Minorities and Indigenous Peoples of Bangladesh: Victims of Neglect, Oppression, Racism and Marginalisation by the Vast Majority
Bangladesh is ethnically homogenous, with over 98% of its population being Bengalis. Around 1.8% of the population comprises indigenous people, essential minorities in this country. Unlike the minorities, the Bengali majority doesn’t have to...
Growing Up!
Growing up (or your pre-frontal cortex in the brain growing) is something that everyone can understand at some point in their lives, from a wide-eyed baby to a little toddler observing things around me,...
A pause and clause
My mornings are sinister quiet now that both my kids are school-going, a benchmark I had been panting to touchdown for a while. The air feels thin and unusual to inhale slowly for someone...
Mess dweller and drum sticks
8.32 in the morning; I don’t know what woke me up. The alarm or the sudden wave of panic that I am late to class. I shuffle around in bed to find my phone...
A Tale of Love and Loss
How do you write about someone when nothing you do will ever bring them back? How do you keep on living when you know death is the only thing that remains unchanged for the...
