Friendship
The Morning I Missed the Bus—and Found My Way Instead
The Morning I Missed the Bus—and Found My Way Instead I was 17, late for school, and flying down the block in the middle of winter with half-frozen hair and a burnt piece of toast in my mouth. Classy. The yellow school bus came around the corner just as I was reaching the stop. I waved frantically, breath clouding in the air, but the driver didn't see. Perhaps he did, and just decided it was too late.
By Amzad Rahid2 years ago in Confessions
The Day That Took Away All My Colors
Date: 14 April 2017 (Pahela Baishakh) Isn’t that a beautiful date? It truly was — once upon a time. Before 2017, that date meant joy, colors, laughter, and pure memories. We used to play with colors, even though we weren’t allowed to. I studied in a madrasa, along with my friends and cousins. Color play was forbidden there. If the Huzur ever saw color on us, we’d surely get punished. But who cared? Our childhood hearts were wild and fearless. I remember it so vividly — how we used to hide colors in small packets, carefully hidden in our pockets or under our shirts. The thrill of sneaking out to play Holi-like games, using those powdered colors, and running around the village. It was a small, simple life, yet so rich in emotions and joy. I, Arif Chacha, Rahman Chacha, Mehedi Mama, and so many others — we turned the village into a rainbow. Even though the colors were forbidden, happiness wasn’t. After the color games were over, our secret mission was to rush to the pond. We had to wash ourselves clean, erase every sign of color from our bodies. Because if Huzur found out, we would surely be beaten. That fear — strangely — added to the fun. That pond became our place of laughter, splashes, and silly jokes. We were young. We were wild. We were free. 2016 — that was the last year I felt those colors deeply. Then came 2017. Pahela Baishakh — April 14th, 2017. It wasn’t just a new Bengali year. It was the end of an era for me. The day that used to be colorful, The day that once brought joy, That very same day washed all the colors away from my life. I remember everything about that day. Every sound. Every scent. Every silence. But I won’t tell it all — some memories are too painful to speak aloud. But I can say this: That day marked the beginning of a dark chapter in my life. A chapter that still echoes within me, every single day. You left that day. You, my companion in color, my partner in laughter. You went to some unknown world — And you didn’t take any of us with you. How could you leave like that? How could you not even think once — How will Wafi live without you? That question still haunts me. You were always the light — the vibrant color — in all our celebrations. You were the soul of every gathering, the first one to bring color, the last one to leave the pond. And yet, on that day, you disappeared — quietly, suddenly, painfully. People say I’m okay now. They say, “Wafi is strong,” “Wafi has moved on,” “Wafi has found peace.” But what do they know? What do they know about the sleepless nights, the invisible tears, the prayers whispered under my breath? They say I’m free now — but are we ever truly free from our past? You left, and with you, you took all the colors of my world. You left me in black and white. Still, I pray for you. I ask Allah every day to give you peace — to give you light, warmth, and the joy you once gave us. Allah is the best of planners. And though I miss you, though I ache for you, I accept His decision. There is wisdom in His will, even if I cannot see it yet. But oh, how I wish I could see you one more time. How I wish I could tell you how much I miss you. How I wish I could give you something — anything. But what do I have? All I have left… is this prayer. And so I offer it, with all my heart: Ya Allah, please take care of them. Please keep them close to You. And if possible — let them know that I never forgot. Never.
By TA TAZIM 2 years ago in Confessions
Me and my village
The mishap of my life began when I went to the city to study in class 4. I was born in a small village near the border of the country. My family was scattered all over the country due to poverty. My father is a farmer. The expenses of our family members come from the farmland.The expenses of family members depend on that one person. We are siblings. My father struggles to provide for our education and fulfill the family responsibilities. Then he worked hard to develop us as human beings. When I finished class 3, my uncles took me to the city for better education.
By Md Mujahidul Islam2 years ago in Confessions
Why Trump is scrambling for allies in his trade war with China
The U.S.-China trade war initiated by Donald Trump is one of the most striking and contentious pages in the new history of the global economy. What began as a brash bid to "put America first" and protect American manufacturers soon escalated into a complex and costly battle. Trump had explained the trade war as trade rebalancing, resisting Chinese unfairness, and restoring American jobs. But as economic fallout ensued and opposition from China remained firm, it was clear that the United States could not succeed without allies. That's when Trump ended up looking for help in a rush — and here's a closer look at the reasons behind that desperation to be helped.
By Sourove Kumar2 years ago in Confessions
The Scam That Taught Me More Than a Classroom Ever Did
I was in 12th grade when I first decided to order something online. Back then, online shopping wasn’t common in my family. In fact, it was strongly discouraged. My parents believed it was risky, and every time I mentioned it, they’d look concerned. They thought everything online was a scam waiting to happen.
By Takbir Hasan2 years ago in Confessions
Butterflies and Bruises
In 2021, I fell in love for the first time with my childhood crush. I will call him Alpha through the whole series. I never expected him to take notice of me until he confessed that he too liked me . We started talking and sharing everything we possibly could. He was a very nice person and also a little guarded about his feelings and thoughts. He did not talk much about how the relationship made him feel. We used to spend a lot of time together and he used to love listening to my yapping and was very understanding. He used to guide me so nicely through my hardships and always wanted the best for me. He adored me!
By Phoenix2 years ago in Confessions
I tried to be heartless, and here is what happened. Top Story - April 2025.
You know when the shit hits the celing and life is an absolute mess everywhere, yeah that is what I am talking about. My existence has had 22 years on this gorgeous - gorgeous mortal realm and in the recency of my being, my life has sucked a lot. I have had my share of darkness since forever, but of late, my desperation for light has been at its zenith. I have wanted my life to look like the glorious lives of Rory gilmore, an academic scholar, while being the perfect 4.0, a beautiful boyfriend( maybe not necessary), a great deal of money, a stellar institute I go to, a high qualified job in writing or journalism, and parents being super proud of me.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
🖤 Dating Feels Like a Second Job Now - And We’re All Tired
I’m not looking for love. I’m just trying not to get hurt again. That’s what my friend told me after her sixth Hinge date in a month ended in confusion and a text that read, “You’re amazing, but I’m not ready for anything serious.”
By Lily2 years ago in Confessions
Why Modern Dating Is a Mess (And How to Make It Better)
Why Modern Dating Is a Mess (And How to Make It Better) Dating today should be a breeze—endless possibilities, instant chats, and apps promising to find your soulmate with just a swipe. Yet, many feel increasingly isolated, frustrated, and disconnected. With terms like ghosting, breadcWhy Modern Dating Is a Mess (And How to Make It Better)rumbing, and situationships dominating the scene, it begs the question: what went wrong? More importantly, how can we turn things around?
By Ayon2 years ago in Confessions
Real Story of Future
1. The Spark Kael Vargas was fifteen the day the sky cracked open. He remembered the heat before he remembered the light. It came like a second sun—sudden, white-hot, and humming with a frequency that made his bones ache. Across the Chilean Andes, lights danced in unnatural patterns, mimicking auroras that had no business in the southern hemisphere.
By Gabriela Tone2 years ago in Confessions
