The Writer
The lad appeared to be very humble and slowly took a seat. But I noticed that he did not take his eyes off my face even once. He kept on staring at me through his glasses.
Sari - The changing tale of draping
In the current fashion world, the sari, a traditional female garment of Bangladesh, India, Nepal, and Sri Lanka is all the rage.
Ghosts in Bangla literature and culture
“Bhoot”, the Bangla word for ghost, derives from the Sanskrit word Bhūta, referring to living beings and the past. Later, it also came to mean ‘disembodied spirit.’ Ghost stories carry a special tradition in Bangla literature and the root lies in folklore and rural culture.
Abul Mansur Ahmad (1898- 1979)
A politician and journalist by profession, Abul Mansur Ahmad began his career as a National Congress worker in Bengal.
Disrupted Nature and Community in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (1818) is well-known to the literary audience and beyond as the tale of a brilliant and mad scientist who created a horrible monster that in the end brought destruction for its creator.
Remembering the Poet Shamsur Rahman -- from Susmita Islam’s Phirey Phirey Chai
Remembering Shamsur Rahman on his death anniversary
The Great Divide that brought them together
While the Partition of 1947 is a chapter that historians are constantly bringing up, one question rarely explored is what does the Partition mean for the Millennials and Gen Zs? How much do our younger generations know of the significance of the Great Divide?
Shohorbanu
“Bhabi, do you remember Banu?” my paternal aunt Janu phupi asks Amma. We are in the middle of a grand celebration—I am getting married and today is my gaye-holud. My grandmother barks, “Don’t mention that ill-fated girl now. She tricked us all.”
February 15, 2020
Keats and the Elgin Marbles—Message from Parthenon
The classic collection of marble sculptures from Parthenon at the British Museum, commonly known as the Elgin Marbles, has been a vexed source of doubt, appreciation, enthusiasm, disapproval, and envy ever since they were brought to England during 1802-1812.
January 11, 2020
Dorothy Wordsworth: The Muse of the Lyrical Ballads
It might seem strange to many that the muse of the revolutionary work Lyrical Ballads is no other than Dorothy Wordsworth, the younger sister of William Wordsworth.
December 21, 2019
Gondal: The Fanciful World of Emily Brontë
I was a student of ninth grade when I first discovered Emily Brontë.
November 23, 2019
Nights with Nicole
“You gave me such a fright last night! I thought you were dying.”
September 28, 2019
Searching for One’s Spirit Animal
Many of us have often taken similar tests online. The native Americans believe that from birth to death, there is this animal that guides one through thick and thin. But seriously, do we ever really consider what animal guides us through our lifetime? Are we comfortable
September 14, 2019
In the Turmeric Fields: The World of Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay
Young Durga of Pother Panchali chanted the rhymes as she wandered amidst the wildernesses of Nischindipur. No, she did not make up the lyrics; they were taught to her by her elderly aunt Indir Thakrun. I myself was very young when I first came across the tale of
August 31, 2019
Angels and Monsters
One late afternoon, dragging his injured leg Kamal finally stood in front of a particular door of a shanti. For some strange reason, he could not enter the house as he used to even five months ago. He called out in a trembling voice, “Nuru! Where are you, my son? I’m home.”
August 11, 2019
Memoir of a Serpent Woman
I am Ranire, the serpent woman who lives in the rubbles of Al-Hammar Palace. Yes, you heard right—the accursed and legendary half woman and half snake that wanders in the desert land of Ukh-Tarar.
July 27, 2019
Mothers and Daughters
Atia crossed over to the window and looked out into the rain-soaked streets. A rickshaw-puller had taken refuge under the mango tree and was huddled in the passenger seat.
June 22, 2019
A Monsoon Love-Story
That’s it. Aura looked with slit eyes at the blabbering boy sitting across her. What was wrong with him? Every other afternoon he sat with Aura to prattle on his crush. He went on and on about Rimi with a wide-eyed enthusiasm that made Aura’s blood boil. She
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