I was playing with my friends when some boys from the other side of the village came and started hitting us with bamboo sticks. They were hurling swear words and telling us repeatedly that we needed to get hell out of here.

Golden rays that shine bright Illuminate the stages of life.

The unbearable July sun was beating down on the pedestrians mercilessly. The fortunate ones were in their cars, the windows shut and the air conditioner blasting on full speed. At least the pedestrians were able to go towards their destination. The fortunate ones were sitting in stagnant traffic and the air surrounding them seemed to be vibrating from the heat given off by the cars. My immediate thought was of how these thoughtless people are causing

“Class, we are going to have a most aesthetic model among us today, and I want you all to focus on her. She will sit here and all of you shall befriend her before we proceed further.”

There are lots of groups on social media where gamers share their collective passion of videogames. More often than not, however, gamers get a little too passionate and turn the groups into toxic wastelands. Here are some scenarios that are very likely to trigger gamers and a guide on how not to behave in such contexts.

In collaboration with the First Security Islami Bank, the British Council is hosting “FameLab” in Bangladesh for the first time. The launching ceremony of FameLab Bangladesh 2018 was held on March 18, 2018 at the British Council Dhaka University campus office.

A well-crafted, engaging story can elevate a good game to greatness. Sometimes, however, even games unanimously regarded as classics can suffer from clichés in the storytelling department.

Born Again

The New Year's hype of getting fit is long gone and you've found that you're one of the few who actually managed to maintain their resolutions as habit. You slowly discover more people in the same situation and it raises the question: do you work out solo, or in a group? Follow-up question: which works better?

Being young is tricky business. It's great because you have time on your side, and the freedom to choose your path, something people with years behind them are constantly keen to remind us of.

Stephen Hawking, brilliant scientist and one of the most renowned and important contributors to theoretical physics and cosmology of all time, passed away on March 14, 2018.

If you are the kind of person who is usually caught fiddling with a smart phone like you have nothing else to do in this world, then this is the game for you. It does absolutely nothing.

Efforts that would lead to a major shift.

Walls close in and the ground disappears, I wish I could fly.

Has it been a while since the last time you sat down, closed off the world, turned up the volume, and paid attention to everything an album has to tell you? Good, 'cause you'll be doing that today, hopefully,

Self-love is important. However, like any good thing, too much of it is bad. If you've gone over to the dark side of self-love, then you will be able to relate to most of the points made in this article. I apologize for any and all rude awakenings, but you should really tone it down a notch and recall that the universe does not revolve around you.

In a Vermont-based fictitious, elite college, Richard Papen befriends an exclusive group of students who study ancient Greek. The professor, Julian Morrow, is a strict person who enrols only a handpicked few in this course, and Richard manages to be a part of it. The group of five (other than Richard) is far different from the ordinary. From their way of thinking to how they lead their lives, everything is unconventional and of course, Greek-y.

My footsteps echo across the desolate chamber as I make my way to the small box in the corner. This unassuming device holds the only article of importance: a key, shaped like a vital organ. As I reach in, I hear the creak of the doorway behind me. Before my mind can process what is happening, my body is already in motion. Leaping to my left, I realise I haven't acted a moment too soon as something embeds with a dull thud into the wall, inches beside me. Turning around, I come face to face with my worst nightmare. Where others would greet his presence, I feel nothing but disdain. Even in mortal form, there is no mistaking the feathery appendages protruding from behind, or the quiver peering out beside his neck.

I can still recall my mother trying to wake me from my deep slumber a little before dawn. She restlessly told me to pack up what I need, and that she would explain everything in time. In our hurry, we only had time to take food and water with us. Almost immediately, we left the only home I had ever known and began walking towards a destination that was still unknown to me.

My mom and I share a special bond of nine months. I still remember the first time she saw me. The picture quality wasn't that great, nor was my pose. The ultrasound technician was probably trying to take candids but my mom didn't conceive no girl who don't slay.