Archive - Nov 2012

What lies behind is dead meat of thoughts.
Totally dead, even I do not want to accept their existence in my mind.
Sounds like extremists?
Well, we are so. We are group of people who are extremists. Extremists who kill their own thoughts, kill their own will and most of all, they are killers of their own judgement? What there to judge, they guess. Oh sorry, they don't even guess.

Midnight is approaching. The pungent smell of medicine again reminds me that I am in a hospital. I look up. My head has drooped on my chest in exhaustion; from morning to afternoon I was on the move in search of a rare medicine and finally found it in a small medicine corner in Old Dhaka. The expiry date sealed on the bottle was only a month from then. I hesitated. But there was no option.

Last year The US lead army in Afghanistan marked their 10th anniversary in October. During that time in October I took an interview of an Afghan girl studying in Bangladesh who spent half of her life in Taliban regime and half Under US siege.
N.B. : It was first of my interviews that I took in 2011 and afterwards. Hoping to publish those all.