By: Elohor Ojose There’s a small click; the bomb detonates. Click. Dust kicks up and shots ring out through the once peaceful town. Click. Buildings with thousands trapped inside crumble down. Click. Humans are blown apart. Bodies pile up. Red stains…

By: Zunayet Ahammed When I’m free and nothing to do I delight in recollecting your name More than seven times Defeating a school boy’s passion for his sweetheart. In watching TV if I feel uninterested I recall your reminiscences quietly…