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  • Street Music

    Saturday morning: on the brick plaza at the corner of Fourth and Catheri

  • Editor’s Note

    It’s that time of the year again, when we offer an array of literary items -- short fiction, non-fiction and poetry.

  • The Story of Kusum’s Family

    When the twelve-year old Kusum was returning home, she stole a glance at the setting sun for one last time. It was dipping over the heads of tallest coconut trees lined along the furthest edge of horizon. She let out a sigh — for some indefinable reason she wanted to

  • I Sing the Sea

    I sing the sea

  • Ocean bloom

    Aqua blooming ripples of ocean, wisping hair

  • Inner Battle

    Please for once do not judge -

  • Literary Tourism: Exploring Charles Dickens’ Rochester

    When my niece Mubasshira and her husband Morsed told me that they had moved from East London to Kent, I had little idea of the area in which they relocated. Prior to my two-week trip to the UK this year, they gave me their address which contained the name of

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Silent Words

    There was a faint sound of an old dog crying somewhere. It was as if a blind man was trying to play an ancient untuned violin. Its shrieks turned Rubi’s blood cold. She almost fell asleep but woke up at the howling sound.

  • On Writing in a Second Language

    Writing entices me. But every time I get down to writing something, I feel like a bumbling idiot. Nothing emerges. Ideas evaporate. Thoughts tangle. Language languishes. My frustration mounts.

  • The Thai Massage

    We had gone on a package tour to South East Asia and on the last day of our trip we spent the whole day in Bangkok, the capital of Thailand.

  • 826 children raped in 6 months

    A First-Class Ghost

    We had just moved to Kolkata for our schooling. Not that we thought Kolkata schools were better than mofussil ones. Schools are the same everywhere—cast in the same mold. All schools force-feed lessons but sadly no one becomes educated; and even if they do, it is

  • Micro Fiction

    And we two—a lovey-dovey couple, get married one day. Always be true to the truth, be honest to each other—we harmonized on that point. Years later, it is our fifth marriage anniversary evening. She dresses up gorgeously, stands before me and asks, “How do I look?”

  • The Guest

    The total number of guests adds up to forty-odd. It is too many, yet Nishat and I are not prepared to drop any. I have just finished my PhD and we are leaving America to take up my new job in Saudi Arabia. It is time for celebration, it is time to say goodbye.

  • The Rainy Day

    Oh, a rainy day Drips of water Falling from the sky

  • Two Haibuns

    Once oysters are nowhere to be found, he searches for shunks. 130 Indian rupees for an hour of diving.

  • Two Haibuns

    Once oysters are nowhere to be found, he searches for shunks. 130 Indian rupees for an hour of diving.

  • “Poetry has given me everything!” – Al Mahmud

    Al Mahmud lived a long life, witnessed an eventful past. One of the most renowned contemporary Bengali poets of his time, he spent a lifetime writing and appreciating poetry.

  • Starstruck

    I see starlight on my walls in dark nights I see it on my windows.

  • A Mother’s Plight

    After a heavy shower the city life sighed a breath of relief. I can still hear the clogged up rain water streaming down the rooftop and beating against the exhaust machine of the air cooler, affixed right outside the hospital cabin where my mother has been admitted.

  • Jibanananda Das’ “Kuri Bochhor Poray”: Twenty Years Hence

    What if I were to see her, twenty years hence?

  • Leaves Have All Fallen Off

    Leaves have all fallen off.

  • Trial of a Witch

    “Greetings, fellow children of God,” the Holy man greeted. “We’ve assembled on this prosperous day. When we get rid of this sinful

  • Poetry: An International Language

    What is poetry? Before I answer this question, I want to address the question of whether language came after poetry or if poetry came after language. I am not going to check this by reading history books but rather by making a statement: poetry existed before language. But how could this be? Before I answer this I have to explain my view of what poetry actually is.

  • Mohammad Anwarul Kabir’s Wisdom and Be-yond

    Golam Kibria, the Philosophy professor of Ibrahim Khan college, has a reputation of being very student-friendly. He is so popular that the Principal himself is jealous of him. However, he has so far failed to create an excuse and complain against him. Mr. Kibria is a

  • Distance and Togetherness: A Reading of La Nuit Bengali and Na Han-yate

    Written forty years apart from each other, La Nuit Bengali (Bengal Nights) by Mircea Eliade and Na Hanyate (It Does Not Die) by Maitreyi Devi are yet two sides of the same coin. While some may call them another version of unsuccessful teenage love, the New York Times

  • Violet Flower

    I can see you You are a blooming flower Looking at me

  • Rabindranath’s Monsoonal Music

    A rough count of the songs collected in Gitabitan in the section titled “Prakriti” or “Nature” reveals that Rabindranath Tagore composed about 16 songs of summer, over 100 monsoonal ones, 33 songs of Sharat or early autumn, 5 of Hemanta or late autumn, and a dozen

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