Women have been fighting for their rights for centuries now, and the world is yet to facilitate that kind of equality. But it has not stopped them from trying to bring down the shackles of patriarchy.
On moonlit nights when the perfume of the roses thickened the air, I was in a trance, an ecstasy of body and mind. The beauty of the night has held an allure for me my whole life.
Unlike many of the war refugees from Bangladesh in Calcutta, he felt no urge to be involved in the war. He had fled the country to save his life, not to participate in the fight.
Perhaps the most important contribution of the book lies in providing intimate insights into how NGOs work in Bangladesh.
The government is better than any other nation in supporting single mothers. Parental leave is generous, and the choices and decisions by all are respected.
I hurt my left knee quite seriously but was too afraid of my father to tell anyone about it. I thought the fault was mine, as though my injury was some kind of crime. So for several days I wore long dresses and kept my knee hidden from everyone even as the wound became infected and the bone began to show.
A journey of “crossings” with the author, as he takes you from the depths of war-torn villages to the heights of picture-perfect skyscrapers.
The information in the book was either in the public domain scattered everywhere, maturing in secret cellars or in somebody's heart never discussed in public. It needed a herculean teamwork of coordination and passion to present the game of cricket.
Martell’s narrative journalism is a lesson for those in the field as to how a writer can instil empathy for the others around. The reader can taste affection for both the animals and humans in his storytelling.
Women have been fighting for their rights for centuries now, and the world is yet to facilitate that kind of equality. But it has not stopped them from trying to bring down the shackles of patriarchy.
On moonlit nights when the perfume of the roses thickened the air, I was in a trance, an ecstasy of body and mind. The beauty of the night has held an allure for me my whole life.
Unlike many of the war refugees from Bangladesh in Calcutta, he felt no urge to be involved in the war. He had fled the country to save his life, not to participate in the fight.
Perhaps the most important contribution of the book lies in providing intimate insights into how NGOs work in Bangladesh.
The government is better than any other nation in supporting single mothers. Parental leave is generous, and the choices and decisions by all are respected.
I hurt my left knee quite seriously but was too afraid of my father to tell anyone about it. I thought the fault was mine, as though my injury was some kind of crime. So for several days I wore long dresses and kept my knee hidden from everyone even as the wound became infected and the bone began to show.
A journey of “crossings” with the author, as he takes you from the depths of war-torn villages to the heights of picture-perfect skyscrapers.
The information in the book was either in the public domain scattered everywhere, maturing in secret cellars or in somebody's heart never discussed in public. It needed a herculean teamwork of coordination and passion to present the game of cricket.
Martell’s narrative journalism is a lesson for those in the field as to how a writer can instil empathy for the others around. The reader can taste affection for both the animals and humans in his storytelling.
Be it the use of vibrant shades, taking inspiration from rickshaw art, or relying on the simplicity of monotone, the stalls this year feature a variety of artistic styles and innovative concepts.