My first visit to London was nine years ago. It was the summer after eleventh grade, and I was going to the UK for a family trip. I was sixteen, and mostly disgruntled about missing prom (I was having a particularly ungrateful privileged teenager moment). Part of my mom’s mission for taking me on thisContinue reading “London, my love”
Category Archives: Prose
In search of home
A few days ago I got a phone call from the Bangladesh High Commission here in London, asking for my passport information. A flight is being arranged, they said, and you’re on the list. We’ll get you home. Home. I’ve long come to believe home is a feeling, not a place. To me, it’s whereContinue reading “In search of home”
Food for the soul, literally
There’s a viral meme going around depicting a massive queue of people waiting to audition for Masterchef once this pandemic is over. Given the sudden rise in cooking endeavors I’ve noticed just in my immediate circle in the past month, I’m beginning to feel this might not be too far-fetched of a joke. Food isContinue reading “Food for the soul, literally”
A pandemic Pohela Boishakh
In an alternate universe somewhere, it’s the day before Pohela Boishakh (Bengali New Year, for those unfortunate ones not in the know) and I’m in my bedroom in Dhaka, picking earrings to wear with the saree I’m going to wear tomorrow. My mom is in the kitchen, making sure the bhortas are all prepped forContinue reading “A pandemic Pohela Boishakh”
What even is a musing
My thoughts are so jumbled up right now it’s almost impossible to unravel them, put them in coherent order and call them “musings”. It’s been like that most of this week. I’ve been writing but I don’t think I’ve written anything that I thought would be suitable for a blog post. And then I’ve beenContinue reading “What even is a musing”
A little good in all the bad
Today marks my 17th day of quarantine and amid all the gloom and doom surrounding us, I am straining to find the little things that still bring me joy. But I’ve made myself look harder every day, because I am convinced this is what the world needs from me right now. It might seem narcissisticContinue reading “A little good in all the bad”
No time like now
Being cooped up in a little flat for days on end can be stifling and depressing – but it can also give you something most of us complain about never having enough of – time. Now that we have all this time, we complain about what to do with it. It got me thinking aboutContinue reading “No time like now”
Some thoughts on the c-word
I had a whole other piece ready to post today, but it just didn’t feel right. As much as we can try to get on with normal life, it’s becoming increasingly impossible to ignore the dystopian novel like reality around us. All it needs is a quirky teenage protagonist (Greta Thunberg, maybe?) who somehow, throughContinue reading “Some thoughts on the c-word”
An Unlikely Love Letter
If you lived your teens/early twenties in the 2010’s, chances are you’ve been in a group chat or two. You know, the ones you randomly made one day to plan something and then just never left? You don’t talk on it every day maybe, but you enjoy the memes and the stickers, and every nowContinue reading “An Unlikely Love Letter”
The Beginning of it All
So after years of back and forth, some intense bouts of self-doubt, and a lot of much needed therapy, here we are. I’ve finally built up the courage to launch a blog, this blog. Why so much trepidation over this, you may ask? Well, you see, the idea of failure can sometimes be so overwhelminglyContinue reading “The Beginning of it All”
Musings by Mubashshira 