Star Literature
ESSAY / Tagore and the Hispanic world
Reception of Tagore in the Hispanic world is a significant literary event in itself because they acknowledged Tagore during such a time when the occidental enthusiasm for him was declining
POETRY / Jabar bela fele jeo ekti khopar phul
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
FLASH FICTION / Dual faces of an unseen predator
In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.
ESSAY / Rhymes, rebellion, and revolution
Movements leave an indelible mark on the psyche of the people, and thus, the culture. As people are pushed to the brink of intolerance through oppressive measures,
POETRY / Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh
Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.
POETRY / All hail July
The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings
REFLECTIONS / Rabindranath’s rebellion
“The liberation that comes through sorrow is greater than the sorrow,” says Nikhilesh, in Home and the World. I quote from Penguin’s Modern Classics edition, in Sreejata Guha’s translation.
Bulbul pakhi
“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College. Please stand clear of the closing doors."
Pest control
Geronimo rushed inside the hole coughing, somehow managing to shut the door behind him. His mother Telapatra grabbed her son, hugging her tight for an instant before smacking him across the back. “How many times did I tell you not to go out at this hour?” cried Telapatra.
In both form and content: A political (un)reality
Over the last two semesters, my course on South Asian writing at both the undergraduate and graduate level begins with Shahidul Zahir’s Jibon O Rajnoitik Bastobata (Life and Political Reality, translated by V Ramaswamy and Shahroza Nahreen).
After the rain
Perhaps I should have met that girl. What if I was wrong and imagined an ordinary girl so fantastically that I couldn’t even recognise her in real life?
