Pick of the day
Story of the week
Posted by scriptwriterm on Wed, 22 Mar 2017It was a Sunday, and Sundays were always special to Guno and me. Shubho had just flown down from California and was fast asleep. Guno woke up early, she loved goat curry, and Sunday was a goat curry day in our house. She did not have teeth yet to chew, but she loved the curry with rice. Goat curry and luuchi(fried Indian bread) were a typical Sunday dish in most Bengali households.Read more
Poem of the week
Picks of the Month
Posted by Stephen Thom on Sun, 12 Feb 2017
The headlights picked out individual snowflakes, quivering cotton drops spliced from the gauzy storm and suspended in their yellow orbs.
'You have to pull over,' he muttered, fidgeting. 'I don't know where the fuck - '
'Etteridge, or something,' she snapped, 'that's what you said last.'
Windscreen wipers scudded flowering white maps aside with irate, rubbery yelps.Read more