I recently realised something about myself – I’m a romantic. A reluctant, closet romantic. This was apparently quite obvious to many who know me, but I always thought of myself as a realist. I’ve never been swayed by grand gestures or believed in love at first sight or even “happily ever afters”. I’ve taken itContinue reading “Confessions of a reluctant romantic”
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Sometimes woman, sometimes flower ~ always blooming
Dear dedicated fan of this illustrious blog, You’ve probably lost a lot of sleep in the last few weeks over the lack of posts here. I apologise, I never meant to cause you distress. I know how you all probably schedule your week around reading my latest post. The truth is I haven’t felt likeContinue reading “Sometimes woman, sometimes flower ~ always blooming”
London, my love
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”
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”
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”
Musings by Mubashshira 