The Fort Was Gone….

Eight years back daily thousands of Bengalis men used to walk towards shores where ships were awaiting for them.

Make of it what you will. That is all I can ask.

Sometimes You Just can’t Ignore Certain Relations….

A fire started burning in my heart for you.

This kis a short story I wrote when I was 11 years old depicting the dangers of leaving a lit cigarette unattended.

THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY.

Sometimes the paralyzing fears that hunt us down in dreams have no choice but to pursue us when we flee into the bitter cold of reality.

This is a short story about seven animals including the king of the jungle as the judge, investigating the criminal who started "the fire". Find out what the real fire is.

The songtext "Ignition" for Rosary.