No one would ever know how it feels

Paperback Storyteller - No one would ever know how it feels:

No one would ever know how it feels to abide it without enduring the tragedy I’ve faced. It is sad that I didn’t come back from the wicked track when I had time. It was my forbidden attraction which brought the damnation in my life. I did make a redemption but I was too late. My old man had such high hopes for me and then there was I, who demolished them in a glance.

It all started when I was 19 and was really proud of my examination results. Dad even threw a party for me but then he barbed about my lacking in front of the guests, my friends and also some people whom I’ve barely met at that time. Well, even after making such a good result I was a loser and had my underwear on my head; my reputation was publicly diminished. Well, that was the day when I made the oath of surpassing my biggest well-wisher; my own dad.

You really can’t improve when the only reason for your improvement is hatred. Hatred was all over my boiling bloo…

Paperback Storyteller - Be proud to be born a GIRL

Today, we live in a world with 8 billion people. But do we know that there are a group of people who are more persecuted, neglected and insulted more than anyone? No, they are not political or religious activists, neither are they a part of any rule nor a part of any objective; they are the girls.

In this world, being born a girl means you are more likely to be subjected to violence, diseases, torture, insult, poverty and other painful experiences than any other group on Earth. I won’t say that every girl suffers from such objectives, but I will say that there are no history of a happy nation full of happy women. Because, each and every girl have suffered even a little bit in this world. Can anyone deny the fact that each one of the girls were told to accept their situation as their fate despite it being worse than hell? We have the right to make our own fate, we can create our own destiny. No one has the right to take that wish away from us. Now, the only truth taught to a girl is t…

You Lied

Paperback Storyteller: You Lied

You lied,
Maybe I’m just throwing accusations at you,
Maybe I am overreacting,
I know when you speak;
The air turns foggy
Clouded with your lies
Your nonsense.
So when you asked me the same,
I lied too.
What makes you think you deserve to know?

You lied,
You lied when you denied being damaged.
Because you hide your silly scars, and you
Want to feel strong but you’re just a coward,
Afraid of the exposure of your weakness.
Let them see where it hurts the most,
And let it bleed until you are numb.
And let it rot, let it die,
And become the same friend as me
But you can’t, can you?
You’re too caught up in this string of lies,
This ongoing train of fake words and stories.

You lied, you never stop lying.
There is no time, the world is infinite.
And in this infinite flow
You can’t spare a moment ,
For me, my things, everything I share.
You lied, not really,
But you hid the truth.
Your ignorant nature, your forgetful mind
is getting on my nerve.
And it’s givin…

Paperback Storyteller - THE BATTLE.

Paperback Storyteller - THE BATTLE.

The west said be yourself,
so I did and covered myself.
Their eyes burning behind my back,
Oh how they’re sitting so heavily, on my neck.
Is it because they want me to be like them?
For that doesn’t relate to what they’ve said.
Does it harm your eyes if you don’t see my figure and hair?
Does it affect you and your life by what I wear?
Or is it that you hate what I love; what I believe?
For what you’ve understood from my religion,
is far from what I believe; far from my belief.
Who I believe in, no human eye has ever seen
and no blind heart will ever meet.
So you, who tell me to be myself,
I’ve a brain just like you and I’ll use it too.
I’m not uneducated to choose, who I want to be.
For if I didn’t know, I would’ve given up a long time ago.

By @z.ynvb [instagram]
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Paperback Storyteller - 22.09.2016

Paperback Stories - 22.09.2016:

Do you ever like just sit and think about death? Just put some thought into it, think about it? Think what is going to happen after you die? Think how many people would actually be hurt by losing you? I never really put much thought into it. Nor did I think about how I was going to face the Almighty.

My nanu's brother died today. We all knew he was going to die soon, he had cancer. But we never imagined that it would come so soon. He got married only a few years ago, and was infected by cancer 2 years ago. The doctors examined him, but it was to no avail. All of this happened a bit too soon. It didn't have to end this way.

I was pretty angry at myself after I heard this news. I never actually spent much time with him, never got to know him. Then I thought of my nanu. I could hear her cries, echoing in my brain. My nana left, but took a part of so many lives with him. No one could ever be the same again.

Then it started hitting me. So many people die…

Paperback Storyteller - Her world

Paperback Storyteller - Her world

She fell in love with the way he spoke about his religion
The way he played with children
The way he respected his elders
The kindness in his speech
She admired the way he lowered his gaze
His motivation to reach his goal
His patience
How quickly he forgave
How he was pleased with the smallest of things
She noticed every single thing about him
His insecurities
His knowledge
His logic

....And prayed for him every night
That الله would always keep him happy....


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No complains. No demands

Paperback Storyteller - No complains. No demands

‘’No complains. No demands. ‘’
This was my motto from the day I started my journey with you because I knew you would never give me a chance to complain nor do I have to want something from you other than your presence in my life which you ensured was as definite as our love and today I haven’t sat to write about piles of complains or barrels of demands. I have simply sat today to write because sometimes life becomes unfair but no matter how unreasonable it becomes, I know that you love me.

I have never let anyone break all the walls that I have built around me the way I have let you. You probably know me more than all my friends ever have. You know how I am still not allowed to go out randomly to meet my friends, how clingy I am with my mom, how my mom still takes me to do my coaching classes at times thinking something bad might happen to me, how I can’t meet you whenever you want me to. You know it all and you still decided to stay wit…

Pain. That's all that reflected back from the mirrors of the gloomy bathroom where she stood

Paperback Storyteller - Pain. That's all that reflected back from the mirrors of the gloomy bathroom where she stood

Pain. That's all that reflected back from the mirrors of the gloomy bathroom where she stood. A shinny bead of blood followed the needle as she took it out of her hand. No matter how desperately she tried, she could still hear them argue, hear things shatter, see the dried blood stains on the floor in early school mornings or a new bruise on her mothers beautiful face. It all kept on reminding her of only one thing; it was all her fault.

A drop of tear flowed her high cheek bones carrying the black pigments of her mascara. She smudges it even further. Something was wrong. She could feel the warmth of theheroin rushing down her veins, however, she could still feel the pain. She closed her eyes, let the drug conquer her; make her feel euphoric, even if it lasted for a while. However, the darkest of her memories came storming down at her, the one she was trying to e…

Tonight at 8pm, 5th Street Cafe

Paperback Storyteller - Tonight at 8pm, 5th Street Cafe
With the dew drops sliding by the window, shimmering as crystal, with the sun peeping to blast, I woke up by the fragnance of her hair.

This charm of hers or rather the "ICE" of Ned Stark piercing my heart into pieces; yet the pieces growl her presence. It's quite unbelievable to have her in my arms after waiting for almost 16 years. Everything happened so slowly but all of a sudden which left me with goosebumps. I got a chance in a university and had to shift near it which was not very close to my house. But there was something calling my mind and torturing my heart to finally confess my feelings to her. After all years from out of nowhere I found the guts to message her, still hung in her "requests pending." The conversation went like this...

-Hey! Can we talk?

-Sorry. But I barely know you. How can you expect to have a conversation with me?

- I know. But I need to say something to you.

-Okay, I will try...


Mi amor

Paperback Storyteller - Mi amor

I trust your soul has been well – for you have a beautiful soul. It has been quite a while since I have taken up the pen and paper medium to confide my feelings. I have many a things to say, but not all words are meant to be heard or spoken. After all, we live in such an age, where words, set in stone also fade away. Must you wonder what this is, know only, that this is me desperately clinging on to what I believe in.

You see my love, you have infected my subconscious. I wish I had the cure, I really wish I did. But unfortunately things do not work that way. Every impulse I feel, every beat my heart makes, with every single breath, you remain entwined. You are my sun, my biggest star, my only star. You are everything my world revolves around. And I, forever remain bound to your orbit.

My love, the time we had together was magic. Fiction is probably a good word to describe, for it was too beautiful to be true. You made me forget reality my love. The love w…

Ever wondered why us south Asian countries are so underdeveloped?

Paperback Storyteller - Ever wondered why us south Asian countries are so underdeveloped?

Ever wondered why us south Asian countries are so underdeveloped ?
Yes many of you guys would be happy to point out the lack of strict laws and order along with low gross domestic product and so on. But ever wondered why your car isn't as fast as the others? It's not because of your fuel or nitrous oxide it's because 2 of the wheels of your cars are neglected
First of all, yes I know this is 2016, and I have enough guts to go up to the borders and shout out that my country doesn't support equal rights.

You say things have changed and yes I admit it, things did change. Women now get jobs and they also run many companies. But ever thought on a bigger scale? I can bet over 90% of the families here would smile down and refuse to send their daughters abroad to study. But they wouldn't hesitate twice to send their son
Their are many freedoms we are denied. We cannot go out without te…

Because oh because, I'm falling quite hard over you

Paperback Storyteller - Because oh because, I'm falling quite hard over you.
"Because oh because, I'm falling quite hard over you", the lyrics struck her when the song came up on the playlist of the coffee shop she worked in. Washing the coffee machine, she hummed the song and was taken aback when the new girl asked her to take the order of the next customer. She quickly quit filling the coffee machine with new beans and inhaled the beautiful smell of coffee which made her pick the coffee shop instead of all the other restaurants in the firdt place.

She turned around, only to find him standing, staring at his phone and typing something really fast. She froze up like a statue, gazing at him, teal turtleneck sweater and black denim with a light grey scarf which covered her favourite part of him. He was busy reading something when she cleared her throat and he looked up to find the same pair of dark eyes which he left five years ago. Neither of them knew where their onc…

When do you actually know you've been cheated on?

Paperback Storyteller - When do you actually know you've been cheated on?

When do you actually know you've been cheated on? Do you just really see it coming and choose to ignore it only to end up convincing yourself that it's all in your head? And when you finally do know it for sure, why do you still stay anyway? For the sake of the memories or believe that maybe he might just see your worth and regret what he did, changing for good? Or do you just stay for the sake of your kids, family and social status? At least my mother did.

Even after finding out how easily after 20 something years of marriage her husband, a father to two beautiful grown daughters, daughters who sees him to be nothing less than a hero with an invisible cape, a noble man, their mentor, an idol, a person they look up to for only doing good to people, had been having an affair with another woman. My mother, who's an angel in all of our lives, who's been sacrificing everything for as long as I c…

Your heart was where I dwelt

Paperback Storyteller - Your heart was where I dwelt

"You were my home baby. Your heart was where I dwelt. Your mind was where I roamed. Now that you are long gone, I'm lost. I'm a hopeless traveller looking for a home. A home that once belonged to me." The 65 year old man whispered as he stared at his wife's name imprinted on the greyish green grave stone. It's been 5 years already yet he visits this place everyday and says this line each time he comes across the grave. How could he not? Those were the very first lines he told his wife while confessing his feelings for her and they'd always remain with him. Even though the person for whom all this was said will never respond or reply back to his lines. He derived a strange form of satisfaction every time he uttered it. In his vision he could always see his wife smiling at him unabashedly while he said them. He could see the young soul and hear her raging heartbeats. He could see love warmth and kindness i…

When you choose to love someone who is damaged

Paperback Storyteller - When you choose to love someone who is damaged 

When you choose to love someone who is damaged, you take on the weight of their past, their pain, their guilt. You must be strong, you must be patient. You can stop the bleeding and help them heal their scar, but they will always be a little broken. If you can handle that, if you can accept the dents and the cracks, if you can get them to trust you, you will never find a better ally than one who is damaged. Above all else, they know about survival.

-Rafeyin Asef Auritra

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It is high Time You All Start Living Like Civilized Human Beings

Paperback Storyteller - It is high Time You All Start Living Like Civilized Human Beings:

It was about 6:30 in the evening when I and my friends were walking down a street of Dhanmondi. It was pretty crowded like always and three of us were just talking about random stuffs and minding our own business when we heard some noise on the other side of the road. My friends turned to look what was wrong and all they found was some hijras were shouting at us. It seemed like they were really enraged at something. At first we couldn’t figure out what the matter was until they were loud enough for us. “Orna Koi?” we heard one of them hitting this statement at us. We don’t know how many people noticed it but we were startled. That just blew three of us. We were totally shocked by the way it came, all of a sudden. But this was not the end. I guess it was just a bad, a very bad evening for us. As they were abusing us, two boys crossing the road on a bike took their side and said pointing at us “Go …

To the boy who is calling me a slut right now

Paperback Storyteller - To the boy who is calling me a slut right now:

To the boy who is calling me a slut right now.

Do you remember what we used to be? Do you remember how we used to laugh? Do you remember how we used to say the same things at the same time? Do you remember how we used to gossip about others? No, you don't. Why would you even? Because you never cared. You never bothered to understand between the lines.

I tried to push you away twice from my life but still you managed to come back in it. I hate you for making me laugh. I hate you so fucking much. You said I was your mirror reflection right? But when you betrayed your "mirror reflection", didn't it hurt you back? I wish I had never met you. Do you remember calling me "chotto cutie"? Do you remember when you said your mom likes me more rather than your girlfriend? Do your remember making me promise to never ever run away from your life? Do you remember when you used to have fights with your …

Encaged in our minds

Paperback Storyteller - Encaged in our minds:

As we age, traversing through the shallow and uncertain trail of adolescence, we are instilled with values, instilled with knowledge attained from the different parameters of the world. However, the most important aspect of growing up is when, our minds often make us ask questions, swaying us on the unruffled surface of our experience. My visit to Bangladesh back in last May, made me a subject of those implications.

It was beautiful! Swift hiccups, and the currents of nerve-wrecking excitement had already circulated my veins twenty times when I set a foot on the land of my culture, my roots, and my heritage. I was properly welcomed as a guest, caressed by my relatives, by the society around me in parallel to how swords are caressed by a blacksmith. Yes! I absorbed certain remarks of the mindsets that were quite STRIKING to my demeanor, remarks of the way life exists there. My cousins mocked me to be foolish, perhaps because my westerner mi…

What is life you ask?

Paperback Storyteller: What is life you ask? 

Life is getting to discover all your potentials through small things in life. Life is about facing obstacles everyday and learning to move on after every failure. Life is about learning how to compromise, how to accept others' flaws and learn to love them. Life is about understanding that sometimes you need to lose some things you love just for the sake of everyone's happiness. Life is learning to be selfless. Life is watching people leave and new ones entering in your life and realizing how spontaneous life is. Life is about accepting. Life is about loving someone. Life is about having a family, taking responsibilities and enjoying every little moments. Life is about sacrificing and finding happiness in others' joy. Life is expressing love through daily habits in life. Life is seeing a loved one grow.

At the end, when you're old, when you'll wonder what life has been, look at all your achievements, your failures and most…