Fayeza Hasanat

August 11, 2019
August 11, 2019

A Serenade of Love

In a soggy London street he stood, shaking his dreadlocks like wind-struck branches of a willow and moving his weathered bow on the shiny strings of his broken violin.

June 22, 2019
June 22, 2019

Requiem for the Rain

“Tell us a story, Khona apu,” Trina said. “You can’t go anywhere in this rain. I’m sure your flight will be cancelled. The runway has become a river by now!” She giggled. “Don’t give me that...

June 8, 2019
June 8, 2019

Musing Home

For orchid people like us, a tree from a land called home brings a sweeping breeze of mirth. That breeze dances around us and stirs our leaves of memories. Sometimes it comes in the form of a...

April 13, 2019
April 13, 2019

The Charyapadas: Where Bangla Began

Creating the world and nirvana on their own,

February 16, 2019
February 16, 2019

Fall for Love

It was a hard fall. Kheya was astounded—not because she fell, but because of the person she fell for. The man was a magician of words, with a thick beard and a thin voice and was about one

February 2, 2019
February 2, 2019

The Puzzles of Trees and Moons

“Everyone has a tree.”Golibe said. “And every man craves a moon. The moon is what he wants but the tree is where he ends. The tree is

December 15, 2018
December 15, 2018

KHEYA'S WAR

The ant mound was intact until Kheya stepped on it. Pappu was trying to pick some ripe oranges from the big orange tree by the gate. While running toward him, Kheya stepped right on the mound and...

November 3, 2018
November 3, 2018

 Things That Write Me

I do not write. I am not a writer. I am an active thought, willing to reveal through words the enigmas of human lives and the perplexities of women's stories.

October 27, 2018
October 27, 2018

Not a Review, but Words of Heart: On Nausheen Eusuf's Not Elegy, But Eros

Life is an elegy, written by time. The instinct of life itself is elegiac, for it always reminds us of fragmentations and jouissance. Life reminds us of things that “are gone into a world of light,...

October 20, 2018
October 20, 2018

The World is a Mirror of Water: Musing on Lalon and Beyond

It always amazes me how a simple illiterate man—'sahaj manush'—from the rural nineteenth century Bengal could have had such a magnanimous vision to assimilate in his songs the core ideas...