MONDAY, MAY 25, 2015

Literature

  • Sukumar Ray

    LAUGHING LIKE RAY'S CHILDREN

    People my age are one of the last few generations that grew up in Dhaka without twenty-four hour television or the Internet. We would read.

  • The Migrants

    They had set sail in hope in dinghies or rickety boats,

  • Dejection: A Sonnet

    I would love to be proven wrong that day,

  • EDITOR’S NOTE

    This week Shahpar Selim does a double take on a childhood favourite, reminding us that while we are ‘LOLing’ at the world around us (or in our computers), we must remember to laugh at ourselves too.

  • CHANGE

    He seemed to be in a paradoxical state of discomfort and pleasure. “It's as if you've never tasted anything spicy before,” I said. “You have to pay for that, mind you.” “Of course I will,” he grinned. Soon enough, the hot sauce began its attack and he began to draw in cool air to soothe his burning tongue. “Oi, give me a cold Coke!” “All right, hold your horses.” I replied, walking over to the refrigerator. A few minutes later he had emptied the bottle. I shook my head at him wearily.

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