How Does Rain Come In My Life

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” – Bob Marley

Chill exams make me wracked . Exam scripts remain empty, but eyes remain full of steam. Such happens every time. If I could start a new start! I know, that will never happen. So I promise to study hard from the next term but…. it also never happens!

Finally one day exams become over. I sigh, and start my way to home. Rain starts as I start my way.

It seems rain will wash away all my sorrows. Water splashes in every step. I step on the mud and logging water again and again. The rain water makes my sight blur. The city looks strange in that view. I don’t try to wipe my face, I want to have that.
I can recall my past then. It takes me at my childhood when I was young, innocent and full of life. Holding the grill, I saw the clouds had been crying, sometimes blubbering, sometimes silently. And I also would cry, randomly asking myself, why was I not allowed to have a rain shower, while others were running over a football and endlessly kicking it. These memories quickly fade when I lift my feet from the mud and the rain washes it away. Again I step on the mud, and another memory crash into my mind. Again and again, I do so, just to get the random memories.

However, today no one prohibits me to get wet in the rain, and as a result, I walk alongside the footpath. Rain water is everywhere, covering the roads, the cars, and me. Cars & rickshaws run past me, leaving me behind on the track, alone. Continue reading “How Does Rain Come In My Life”

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Book Review: ফিহা সমীকরণ  by হুমায়ুন আহমেদ (বই নম্বর ১৬৯)

গল্পটির main plot ভালো. অতীত, বর্তমান আর ভবিষ্যৎ মিলে একাকার হয়ে গেছে, অনেকটা paradox এর মতো। তবে প্রথম দিকে কিছুটা বোরিং লাগতে পারে।

এটা সে সময়ের কথা, যখন মানব জাতি দুই ভাগে বিভক্ত। একভাগ হলো সাধারণ মানুষ, আর আরেক দল হল মেটালিস্ট যাদের প্রচন্ড মানসিক ক্ষমতা।

Continue reading “Book Review: ফিহা সমীকরণ  by হুমায়ুন আহমেদ (বই নম্বর ১৬৯)”

Mists Of The Mountain

Once I went over the line, to the mountains. There was something that enchanted me. What did I see?


Once I went to the mountains over there

To see how much beauties my eyes can bear.

I looked at the horizon, sight backed to me,

This is the place where I wanted to be.

Beauty lies in the mist,

And I didn’t know it before,

It’s really obscure,

If the mountains close the door,

The door of their mind,

There was still something behind.

I saw something hideaway there in the reign,

I’ll be back there once again.

Copyright: All rights reserved by writer: Tamjid Hasan Fahim

Day 5871 of My Journey

A journey that I started about 16 years ago. My life!

Have anyone thought what’s the number of the day of his life that he is leading? Today is mine 5871 no. day on earth! Alhamdulillah!

But when journey will be over, there will be no one to write- “The journey has been over!”

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