Ashikur Rahman
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The Stranger Who Knew My Name
It was a cool autumn evening, the city lights blurring into golden smudges as a soft drizzle fell. I was walking home after an exhausting shift at the bookstore, my tote bag heavier than usual with unsold novels and leftover pastries my boss insisted I take. My mind was lost in thoughts about the mundane — bills, emails, another missed call from my mother — when I noticed him.
By Ashikur Rahman9 months ago in Chapters
My Double Life – A Confession
By day, I’m an administrative assistant at a logistics firm. Nothing flashy. I sit in a gray cubicle, surrounded by plants I’ve half-named, answering emails and scheduling meetings like clockwork. My coworkers know me as quiet, efficient, maybe even a little boring. They don’t ask many questions, and I don’t give many answers. That’s how I like it. Or at least, that’s what I used to tell myself.
By Ashikur Rahman9 months ago in Confessions
