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  • The Deer

    We lived in Pirojpur then. Barisal is the land of rivers and nullahs, and Pirojpur is no exception. Unless you have been to this Southern region of the country, you cannot claim to have really seen the country. We were not used to seeing such multitudes of rivers and

  • Not Aliens but Neighbours

    Pass Hollywood over. It’s not the aliens but our neighbours,

  • Nation, Identity and Alternative Bangla Cinema: Conversing with Tanvir Mokammel (Part II)

    SH: In 2011 you made a mega-documentary on 1971. What research on governmental policy documents went into the use of firearms by the Muktijoddhas as shown in your film, or as generally shown in films on the Liberation War?

  • Adieu, Perpetual Migrant!

    The virtuoso with the pen Rizia Rahman has ended her terrestrial sojourn on 16th August, just a few months shy of entering her octogenarian phase. A prolific writer treading most of the domains of creative writing, she has left an indelible personal mark on our literary landscape.

  • Abul Mansur Ahmed’s Ayna: A World of Satire in the Light of Art

    Ayna, a collection of seven short stories by Abul Mansur Ahmed was published in 1935. Written through the span of 1922- 1929, these pieces were published in Saugat edited by Muhammad Nasiruddin. The stories were satiric in structure, reflective in observation,

  • THE MUSE

    Each writer born must have a muse, Or so I’m told, for if they do, And if they should, do they know how To let it in or haven’t found

  • The Swains and the Sea

    The Swains and the Sea What is a sea to a fisherman’s eye? A giving friend? A savior? Or a killer in disguise?

  • 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.”

  • Nation, Identity and Alternative Bangla Cinema: Conversing with Tanvir Mokammel (Part 1)

    Tanvir Mokammel hails from Khulna, which is also the workplace of Prof. Sabiha Huq. This past February, when he was in Khulna for the launching of his partition novel Kirtinasha, the English Department of Khulna University became the privileged venue for a

  • Searching for the Loved One: From the pen of a bereaved father

    It was on August 25, 2018, an evening just after the Kurbani Eid holidays, when Mr. Kamran, 66, a returnee from Dubai, went to Banani graveyard, Dhaka to visit his mother’s and father’s graves. After saying prayers he asked the caretaker of the graveyard “Do you have any empty grave?”

  • When She Misses Him (2009)

    A sudden stillness!

  • Two Poems

    I was led to delusion,

  • Dsc Prize for South Asian Literature, 2019

    Instituted by Surina and Manhad Narula in 2010, the US $25,000 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature is one of the most prestigious international literary awards specifically focused on South Asian writing. It is a unique and coveted prize and is open to authors of any

  • Ghoulish Sentiments

    Slumped with our luggage we got off the train looking apprehensively at the quaint sight before us. Saplings and balding grasslands carpeted serenely with occasional trees of variety here and there. The scenery struck me with great unfamiliarity in contrast to the city

  • Why Is Writing So Difficult to Accomplish?

    Writing is a struggle for everyone. If it seems easy, a writer is not doing it right. Because writing is mired in myths and misunderstanding, most writers – aspiring writers, in particular – consider the essential difficulty in writing as a pathology. They feel

  • The Fifteenth of August

    The crimson hue is still in the morning sky.

  • The Beggar

    Though I called out to the shopkeeper a couple of times, he didn’t heed me. He was too busy rearranging the products on the rack. As I was waiting for him to respond, a middle-aged beggar woman turned up on my left and begged for money from me. At first, I

  • Tagore Poems

    Krishnakali I call her Krishnokoli, my dark blossom,

  • Tagore Poems

    Krishnakali I call her Krishnokoli, my dark blossom,

  • Of Itching and Scratching

    I, an itching palm? —William Shakespeare

  • Of Itching and Scratching

    I, an itching palm? —William Shakespeare

  • Life Theft Auto: Vice City

    “CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER”—the instruction pops up on the brand new 32-inch curved monitor’s screen. “Hmm… Which one? Which one should I select?” Genghis Khan murmurs.

  • Tagore Poems

    Krishnakali I call her Krishnokoli, my dark blossom,

  • Of Itching and Scratching

    I, an itching palm? —William Shakespeare

  • Life Theft Auto: Vice City

    “CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER”—the instruction pops up on the brand new 32-inch curved monitor’s screen. “Hmm… Which one? Which one should I select?” Genghis Khan murmurs.

  • 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.

  • Daughters of the sun

    Rehana takes hesitant steps towards her house. Her Niqab renders the landscape a transparent shade of black smoke.

  • Fragrance

    Just as Azhar Kha was about to leave the room putting his shirt on, Lily made an entrance, “Baba, you promised!”

  • Poems of Jibanananda Das

    Had I but an eternal life (“Ananta Jibon Jodi Pai Ami”)

  • The Tree

    There the tree tom-tomed its existential glory on the bank of the small river at a distance from the village.

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