Born and bred in Dhaka, Bangladesh, Rahad Abir is a fiction writer. His short stories have appeared in The Penmen Review, Aerodrome, Toad Suck Review, Blue Lyra Review and New Asian Writing. His wining short story ‘‘I am in London’’ has appeared in a UK anthology Brick Lane Tales. Currently he is working on his first novel. www.rahadabir.com
One morning Samsa Roy woke up in bed and found himself completely bald.
It was not a bald patch or bald spot. It was complete, clean baldness. Sleek, soapy, smooth. He ran a confused hand over his head back and forth. He felt nothing there. Not a single hair. He slept on his right side, as usual, with his right hand under his head. He wondered if he might be having that tormenting dream again. He had been having a recurring dream of going bald. He got so used to it that he began to believe it.
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He knew it was simply unfair to go out on a date with his student’s mom. It involved risk too. But he said yes when she asked him. He was confused and fascinated and lost. The relationship was about three months of old, mostly talking and texting over the phone. Every evening he visited her home to tutor the second grade boy, and she hardly ever seemed to take any opportunity to talk to him then.