Friendship
The Sound of Her Silence
The first time I saw Ayesha, she did not say a word. It was a rainy afternoon. I had escaped to a half-occupied bookstore between two rusted shopfronts on a quiet street in Dhaka. I wasn't looking for anything particular—just peace. The doorbell rang softly as I entered, and there she was.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Confessions
The Unspoken Words
There are moments in life when life turns around, and yet you don't realize it until later. That was one of them. It started when I first saw her at the park. The weather was mild, the kind of day that enticed you to sit in the sun and watch the world go by. I had been going to that park daily for a month, trying to find peace, trying to escape the insanity that had consumed my life. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone, then she appeared.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Pretending to Be Fine
I remember the day itself, as though it were yesterday. It wasn't a particularly odd day at the surface level. The sky was its normal shade of grey, the hum of city life filled the periphery, and I was trudging along in the routines of another run-of-the-mill day. But below, I was breaking apart.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Confessions
The Art of Living Lightly: A Symphony of Small Things
I. Grand Theatre of the Everyday Life My dear reader, the Grand Theatre of the Everyday Life is not a dreadful affair to be suffered through, nor a burdensome ledger of duties to be tallied and settled. It is a theatre — no, a carnival — splendid and tragic, absurd and luminous, unfolding in your living room, at bus stops, in the slicing of apples and the tying of shoelaces. We are all actors, unwitting but dazzling, wearing bathrobes instead of cloaks, reciting soliloquies to our pets, and dreaming revolution between morning coffee and emails. What folly to think only philosophers wear long beards and live in ivory towers! Philosophy is not reserved for musty books and ponderous monks. It is found in the boiled egg, in a late train, in the laughter shared with a stranger. To live well is to philosophize well, not with the tongue, but with the soul.
By Reshal Manzoor 10 months ago in Confessions
Kirk
A few weeks ago, I found out by chance that you had passed away three years ago. It came as a bit of a shock, as I had fully expected one day to run into you at the store or something. More surprising was that I had never found you on social media, even though when we first met (yeah, forty years plus ago) we were both studying computers at the community college. I had fully expected by the 2020s that you would have jumped onto the tech bandwagon.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin10 months ago in Confessions
The Price of Authenticity: When Being Real Means Being Alone
In a world that constantly encourages us to “be ourselves,” it’s striking how often true authenticity is met not with acceptance, but with discomfort, distance, and sometimes even silence. We love the idea of honesty. We applaud people who are “real” and “raw.” But when faced with someone who lives and speaks their truth unapologetically, many take a step back.
By Bubble Chill Media 10 months ago in Confessions
U.S. 10-Year Treasury Yield Drops Toward 4% as Trump’s Tariffs Fuel Recession Fears
Introduction The U.S. 10-year Treasury yield has fallen toward 4% as investors seek safety amid growing concerns over former President Donald Trump’s proposed tariffs and the risk of a renewed trade war. The decline reflects heightened recession fears, a flight to government bonds, and market uncertainty over the economic impact of aggressive trade policies.
By Tausif Ali10 months ago in Confessions
