Syeda Taslima Hossain Nodi

The third anthological short from Pett Kata Shaw. One day while wandering around, a couple reaches a village from where every Bengali superstition originated. A boatman and an old woman start telling them the stories behind the superstitions. Each story behind each one is weirder, more bizarre than the other.

With her father missing, Saba is the sole caregiver to her paraplegic mother, Shirin, who suffers from acute heart disease. Although Shirin's condition binds them together, her frustration with their situation often manifests as bitterness and anger towards her daughter, so they live in their own separate worlds. When Shirin has a heart attack, Saba races against time to sell their home, lowering the price, and even risking her burgeoning romance with her senior co-worker Ankur — who dreams of starting a new life abroad — to pay for her mom’s heart surgery.

In 1971, during the Liberation War of Bangladesh against Pakistan, Rahelillah follows his conservative uncle, Jabar, who supports Pakistan while Shaheb joins the Liberation Force following his progressive uncle Sabar.

Every now and then, occurrences take place on the streets, alleys and highways of this city like the accumulation of moss on a concrete wall. Though majority of these fresh deposits appear true to us, they could really be otherwise. Nonetheless, wrapped under the folds of these truth and lies, three tales are carved to be called “Ei Muhurte”.

In Bangladesh, a tannery worker searches for an apartment but when landlords request ‘foreigners only,’ he finds a grisly solution.

Pett Kata Shaw takes the darkest most nefarious Bengali folk tales that survived generations and gives them a modern twist. Our stories and our culture must live on. Ghost stories too.