Growing up with Mark Twain
On a chilly winter morning of November 2010, I came across a story that would stamp my childhood permanently. It was the winter vacation and the school finals were just over. While playing board games at one of my friend’s, I found quite a picturesque book filled with illustrations and art. It was titled, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876).
4m ago
Of faith: Mother and memories
Back in 2006 at the age of 11, I was introduced to faith, in the most domestic way possible.
5m ago
The howling pack of dogs
This poem has been translated by the author from Zahir Raihan’s poem, ‘Kotogulo Kukurer Artonad’ on account of the novelist, writer and filmmaker’s birth anniversary.
8m ago
The Potenga harlots’ tale
In Koshobi, Jaladas paints the damp and dejected walls of Strandroad, Shahebpara, which is a local red-light district more than 300 years old.
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Three stops to Jigatola
Amidst the joyous occasion of Eid greetings and smiles, I stood still in solitude–wearing my red, torn half pants, topless from the navel up
1y ago
‘O mon Ramjan er ei rojar sheshe elo khushir Eid’: On Nazrul and his ode to Eid
Written almost a century ago, Nazrul’s song till today adheres to the cultural conscience of Bengali Muslim society.
1y ago
November 30, 2023
Growing up with Mark Twain
On a chilly winter morning of November 2010, I came across a story that would stamp my childhood permanently. It was the winter vacation and the school finals were just over. While playing board games at one of my friend’s, I found quite a picturesque book filled with illustrations and art. It was titled, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876).
November 25, 2023
Of faith: Mother and memories
Back in 2006 at the age of 11, I was introduced to faith, in the most domestic way possible.
August 19, 2023
The howling pack of dogs
This poem has been translated by the author from Zahir Raihan’s poem, ‘Kotogulo Kukurer Artonad’ on account of the novelist, writer and filmmaker’s birth anniversary.
July 29, 2023
The Potenga harlots’ tale
In Koshobi, Jaladas paints the damp and dejected walls of Strandroad, Shahebpara, which is a local red-light district more than 300 years old.
April 24, 2023
Three stops to Jigatola
Amidst the joyous occasion of Eid greetings and smiles, I stood still in solitude–wearing my red, torn half pants, topless from the navel up
April 21, 2023
‘O mon Ramjan er ei rojar sheshe elo khushir Eid’: On Nazrul and his ode to Eid
Written almost a century ago, Nazrul’s song till today adheres to the cultural conscience of Bengali Muslim society.
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