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  • Chawk Bazar, 2019
    Chawk Bazar, 2019

    The fire of Muspelheim rages ...

  • The Artist
    The Artist

    Like it or not, the sun has all these rising points,

  • God
    God

    A tiger kept prowling around a village, and naturally, the people...

  • In search of words

    Who says words are like butterflies? I see invisible shackles.

  • The Story of a Moonlit Night (Part 3)

    Ismat was very irritated at my suspicions. She lectured me on how terrible it was to guess and gossip about others without actually hearing anything with my own ears. I was

  • Lines Dedicated to My Love

    I have but one life

  • T.S.Eliot's Cat

    It is a wonderful irony that T.S. Eliot, the publication of whose long poem The Waste Land a century ago is taken by the intelligentsia to

  • Jayant Kaikini & Tejaswini Niranjana win the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature

    As No Presents Please emerges as the winner from a shortlist of six to take the coveted US $25,000 DSC Prize, Jerry Pinto comments,

  • A CONGREGATION OF DYING BIRDS

    Mother-- please don't call me again at the end of day;

  • The Story of a Moonlit Night (Part 2)

    Foreign calls were cheap these days. So the parents had whined and cried on the phone: how could they bear their only son living

  • The Story of a Moonlit Night (Part I)

    It was a moonlit night – I wouldn't have known had I not gone to the rooftop.

  • The Puzzles of Trees and Moons

    “Everyone has a tree.”Golibe said. “And every man craves a moon. The moon is what he wants but the tree is where he ends. The tree is

  • Lalon's Moon Songs

    A moon merging with another moon—

  • London and the Tower of London

    In a previous article, I wrote about my visit to Haworth, Yorkshire, home of the Brontë sisters. Now I think that if I don't write about the Big Smoke, I will be leaving out a big part of my experience in England.

  • Putting Bangladeshi Literary Culture on the World Map

    The year 2019 began with much hope for those of us headed to the Annual Convention of the Modern Language Association (MLA) held in Chicago this year. Chi Town has always held a fascination for me, and more so because I am unable to go there frequently as I have zero driving skills.

  • The old romance lives on . . .

    It was thrilling, in our raw undefiled youth, to step into the Department of English back in September 1975. That was the day when a bunch of 'scholarly' young men and glamorous young women first came to know that they had all been taken into first years honours classes.

  • Two micro-stories of Mohammad Anwarul Kabir

    He has on a worn-out Sherwani, a knee-length coat buttoning to the neck, with faded laces and patches here and there.

  • A Translation of Rabindranath Tagore

    You say a lot, but not what you hide,

  • Ancestral Home

    When my ancestral home

  • The Shadowy Shapes of Male Desire

    I remember 6-7 years ago, I was telling my cousin Zaima that our family has Arabic ancestry. It took a little while for my six-year-old cousin to process the fact, and ask, "Didi, does that mean we are supposed to wear bikini tops with pretty skirts and do belly dance?"

  • Robert Mshengu Kavanagh: A Strong Voice against Apartheid and Oppression in Southern Africa

    September 7, 2018; a big hall in Ibsenhuset (The Ibsen House; museum, archive and theatre dedicated to Henrik Ibsen in his birth town, Skien). An actors' session of

  • ROUGH DRAFTS: NOTES ON WRITING

    Sentences are the workhorse of writing—so much so that we forget that they do more than just say something. Of course, a sentence communicates some sort of meaning, but how it says is as important as what it says.

  • Doesn't the Success of a Writer Depend on the Muse?

    Somerset Maugham famously said, “There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.” Similarly, there are many ways in which a writer can achieve success — usually through a combination of luck, talent and connections — but the majority of writers struggle to work that combination to their own benefit.

  • At the Train Station

    I saw him. It was no mistake that it was him. No doubt, no confusion. He was there and it was him. It was that same face, nakedly visible over the pile of luggage surrounded by a number of people here and there, smoking, sipping tea, reading newspaper, or chattering among

  • The Poet

    In his lips was written submission. His moon shaped beard neatly combed,

  • Music

    Music is like a bridge, Between real and unreal It is the door that opens on the surreal.

  • Critical Reception: A Comparison between Rokeya and Woolf

    In a previous article titled “Rokeya and Woolf: Souls That Have Lived” (Daily Star, 8 Dec 2018), I discussed similarities and differences between Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain (1880-1932) and Virginia Woolf (1882-1941).

  • An Immigrant's Quest for CanLit

    To an immigrant Canadian, such questions are really very tough to comprehend: “Which are the best novels in Canadian literature” or “Who are the most celebrated poets of the country?”

  • The Bench

    The bench was deceivingly inconspicuous with its chipped paint and creaky wood. It practically promised that if I sat on it, I could enjoy a feisty lunch in a brown paper bag and watch the pigeons fight over crumbs without any life altering events. Yet sometimes the unexpected happens in the most ordinary of places.

  • The Curious Case of a Master-Spy: The Fictional Kim

    What's in a name? Suppose you are given the name of a well-known character in fiction, could this determine the sort of person you

  • THE DISTANCE BETWEEN FIRE AND STONE

    I've never told the truth

  • Karl Marx on India: An Assessment (Part II)

    Marx correlates the decrease of Indian textile exports with the monopoly exerted by British muslins to India and the decimation of the population of Dhaka. To quote what he says about the impact of colonization on our city and the outcome of the fatal embrace of British colonial policy in our part of India:

  • Those Pesky Palesimians

    O Son of Ben-Zion, why have you not

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