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  • Not Like This

    The wise their moments spare will spend

  • From Gitabitan

    What made you leave hesitatingly at twilight? What made you falter at the threshold and look back?

  • The Name of the Beloved

    Tell me, Bell,

  • Victory I Have Seen

    If you ask me exactly when and how the Mujibnagar govt.-in-exile was first assembled, I cannot give you the answer right away, mostly because too many possible answers are floating in the air as I speak.

  • From Tungipara

    Sitting beside the secluded sepulcher Praying for the salvation of your soul,

  • Chawk Bazar, 2019

    The fire of Muspelheim rages In the dark alleys where for ages Ancient arts of beauty have been stockpiled By the masters of money and mind.

  • A Writer's Enigma

    I cannot write. For a month, it lingers. Every morning, I sit in front of my laptop and hope to write something new, something noble. But nothing comes out. Not a word, not a sentence. As if the sea of creativity has dried up.


    Morning walks, or rather ambles, tip-toeing towards the rest of the day. One's day gathers pace seemingly hour by hour after one

  • The Artist

    Like it or not, the sun has all these rising points,

  • Delight in Disorder: South Asian Festival of Sufism and Buddhism

    The last email that I got from the organizers of the South Asian Festival of Sufism and Buddhism (the word Buddhism continued to be

  • Our Debt of Gratitude to Abdul Quadir

    Abdul Quadir (1906-84) was a poet-prosodist, essayist, editor, journalist, literary critic, bibliophile and collector of literary works. He

  • God

    A tiger kept prowling around a village, and naturally, the people became frightened. The cows, the calves and even men were mauled

  • Deconstructing Genre in Writing

    Does a piece of writing have a sex? Not really! It perhaps has a gender, which in French is genre. When it comes to distinguishing one

  • Patna Blues: Travails of a Minority Community

    An enjoyable read, Abdullah Khan's debut novel, Patna Blues is a thought-provoking and moving work as well. It is a book mostly

  • An Endeavor to Transgress Borders through Translation: 5th International Conference, Department of English, EWU

    Translation studies is a newly emerging area of interest among academics and practitioners of English language and literature. Living

  • Poetry

    A morning perennially haunted by the memories of lovemaking

  • From Zahir Raihan's Arek Phalgun

    The British Marin camped here in the dead of night when people were in deep sleep. There was no human residence here back then; only lines of upward looking trees graced the vicinity.

  • Stories from Life and Literature

    Glancing nervously at the dogs that lay basking in the winter sunshine, I tried to move ahead with confidence, telling myself that the venerable Tollygunge Club would never allow their clientele anywhere near animals that hadn't had their rabies shots.

  • The Spirit of the International Mother Language Day

    Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I were to subscribe to one particular language that didn't have any link with my roots. One particular language, which I didn't know like the back of my hand.

  • Ekusher Kabita

    At the noon Of 21st February

  • 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

  • Allegiance

    The barred windows and fortress walls,

  • From Gitabitan "Prohor Shesher Aloi Ranga"

    The moment I saw your eyes in the crimson glow

  • In search of words

    Who says words are like butterflies? I see invisible shackles.

  • The Story of a Moonlit Night (Part 3)

    Ismat was very irritated at my suspicions. She lectured me on how terrible it was to guess and gossip about others without actually hearing anything with my own ears. I was

  • Lines Dedicated to My Love

    I have but one life

  • T.S.Eliot's Cat

    It is a wonderful irony that T.S. Eliot, the publication of whose long poem The Waste Land a century ago is taken by the intelligentsia to

  • Jayant Kaikini & Tejaswini Niranjana win the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature

    As No Presents Please emerges as the winner from a shortlist of six to take the coveted US $25,000 DSC Prize, Jerry Pinto comments,


    Mother-- please don't call me again at the end of day;

  • The Story of a Moonlit Night (Part 2)

    Foreign calls were cheap these days. So the parents had whined and cried on the phone: how could they bear their only son living