Ramisa ChowdhuryBoys, boys, boys.‘You’ll never know what it’s like till you have a kid of your own. You think I can’t tell that you hate me? I raised you!’ They’re all…Jun 24, 2019Jun 24, 2019
Ramisa ChowdhuryThe D Wordমনমরা, the dead mind, is the direct translation of depression in Bengali.Feb 24, 2019Feb 24, 2019
Ramisa ChowdhuryLonely is the heart that waltzes to the beat of oneWe met in a dream within a dream of some forgotten memory. It could have been a hotel lounge or a ballroom, marble floors, and Roman…Feb 4, 2019Feb 4, 2019
Ramisa Chowdhurybetween a ladder and a clotheslineWhen you’re walking at the edge of a 13th floor building’s rooftop sunset beams, some deep part of your single celled amoeba brain awakens…Jan 13, 2019Jan 13, 2019
Ramisa ChowdhuryShe was the poetry;We all long, ache to be understood. That someone can tear through our skulls and see the world with the same lens as us, the comfort of…Jan 8, 2019Jan 8, 2019