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Haoajan Webzine

Haoajan, a multilingual online magazine, serves as a global platform for literature, art, cinema, music, and related cultural activities worldwide. The Bengali word ‘Haoajan’ translates to ‘airborne’ in English, symbolizing the power and potential of words. Like airborne particles, words possess the ability to take flight, to sink profoundly into our minds, and ultimately, to craft something extraordinarily unique and beautiful.

While we are cognizant of the intricate jargons and terminologies of the literary world – such as postmodernism, intertextuality, and cross-cultural diversity – we choose to remain true to our conviction. Rather than getting entangled in this web of complex terms, we have outlined our vision and mission in two simple, yet compelling, mantras.

Imagination Unbound

Firstly, we encourage our readers to keep their imagination unbound. We believe that the power of imagination is limitless, and by exploring it without boundaries, we can unlock a world of uncharted creativity.

You Are Your Storyteller. Enchant Yourself.

Secondly, we desire for our readers to become their own storytellers, to weave their enchanting tales. We urge you to explore the depths of your imagination, to create narratives that echo your unique voice, and ultimately, to captivate yourself with your own stories.

In essence, Haoajan celebrates the power of words and the boundless human imagination. We strive to be more than just a magazine – we serve as a platform, a community, and a catalyst for cultural and artistic exploration across the globe.

HAOAJAN Team, 26th May, 2024.

Fall

They are asleep now and silent. with two sharp cries the yellow bird flies away, feathers begin to fall into the world below, slowly, one after another. they are too many to count …

Prisoner’s Uniform

I do not ask you even for a string, for a chord, —the sky is now in prisoner’s uniform. For caresses you turn to the rain to its grapey touch on the rim of the glass …

Pastries Infinite…

Pastries were an extension of my growing up years. Each colourful beauty got located in the experience and recollection of my childhood …

Nib

Under the shade of a lamp the black gold pen looks at its nib aware that it has locked centuries of magic alphabets whose DNA lingers inside dried ink. Seen retrospectively all cities, towns, events, accidents, names, numbers, …

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