The sound of your voice is a song.

Where could they live happily for the rest of their childhood?

The creatures of the dark feed on fear. And hot sauce.

"I want to propose a deal with the Bazar."

I see it in the words, Where your hand dragged over the wet ink.

One-quarter grilled chicken. Naan. And a hell of a story.

One day I was playing cricket with my friends near a field of my house. That day the game was exciting and fun-filled but unfortunately it started raining, we had to stop playing and we took shelter under a tree.

The third death anniversary of prolific author, dramatist, screenwriter, playwright and filmmaker Humayun Ahmed, who mesmerised his fans with his strong works for four decades, is observed amid unabated downfall all the day.