Majoring in Bangla promises a journey through a kaleidoscope of academic marvels.
With hundreds of waterways spread all over the country like a spider’s web, it’s only natural that rivers play a notable part in our lives. There are numerous novels focused on our riverine traditions, enough to call it a genre by itself.
With rows upon rows of book stalls offering everything from timeless classics to contemporary bestsellers, navigating through this maze of books can be both exhilarating and overwhelming
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
Readers often look for relatability in the stories and characters they are reading but Nabokov doesn’t give his readers that comfort or spoon feed them. Rather, he challenges them to eschew feeling compelled by Humbert’s justification of his innocence
When you still approach reading in its ritualistic form every once in a while, it won’t feel like you’re “making time to read” but simply reading.
He had been practising saying his name out loud every night before going to sleep so that his ears remained accustomed to hearing his own name
It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”
What do we make of the mysterious thread that connects these stories not by genre, but by an imagination so wondrous they leave room for an underlying horror, and the many things that can mean?
Majoring in Bangla promises a journey through a kaleidoscope of academic marvels.
With hundreds of waterways spread all over the country like a spider’s web, it’s only natural that rivers play a notable part in our lives. There are numerous novels focused on our riverine traditions, enough to call it a genre by itself.
With rows upon rows of book stalls offering everything from timeless classics to contemporary bestsellers, navigating through this maze of books can be both exhilarating and overwhelming
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
Readers often look for relatability in the stories and characters they are reading but Nabokov doesn’t give his readers that comfort or spoon feed them. Rather, he challenges them to eschew feeling compelled by Humbert’s justification of his innocence
When you still approach reading in its ritualistic form every once in a while, it won’t feel like you’re “making time to read” but simply reading.
He had been practising saying his name out loud every night before going to sleep so that his ears remained accustomed to hearing his own name
It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”
What do we make of the mysterious thread that connects these stories not by genre, but by an imagination so wondrous they leave room for an underlying horror, and the many things that can mean?
Back in 2006 at the age of 11, I was introduced to faith, in the most domestic way possible.