Purbasha Prithvi·Jan 3The Unfamiliar Window of LoveToday, me and my friend spoke of music. A romantic song I shared with her, tender, slow, full of good feelings of being loved. Half in…
Purbasha Prithvi·Sep 21, 2025Maybe, in a parallel universe…These days, whenever I remember not having something, I automatically whisper to myself, “Maybe, in another universe…”
Purbasha Prithvi·Jul 19, 2025The Death of DepthOnce, I held out my heart, not in metaphor, but truly, as if it could be lifted, transplanted, offered whole, for someone to breathe…
Purbasha Prithvi·Jun 10, 2025Night miles and Tender blessingsThere’s something about the city at night that has always pulled me in — like a magnet. I think it all began when I first read Syed…
Purbasha Prithvi·May 7, 2025The Ache That Has No NameSometimes, the pain I carry in my heart unspoken crawls silently into my body and bones. It doesn’t cry. It doesn’t scream. It just aches.
Purbasha Prithvi·Apr 1, 2020None of us know how and when this journey of uncertainty will end, whether we will be able to see…On the contrary, there is also a possibility for being back to my campus with the vibe everything is good. In that case, this quarantine…
Purbasha Prithvi·Feb 1, 2020Few months ago, I was travelling to Jessore.The reasons of being against the chopping of trees are not invalid. The most important fact is , Bangladesh does not contain even half of…
