The Eyes
When I go to the sea, I bring back water clear and blue as your eyes — such rare stones I find on ocean voyages, stones your iris is compared to...
Read →The Writing
Poems, stories, journals, essays — Bengali words, honest and unhurried. Original first, translation alongside.
Nothing here yet — the ink is still drying. Come back soon.
New pieces are added as they are written — slowly, the way most things worth doing happen.