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  • U & I
    U & I

    Shamsad Mortuza is Professor of English, University of Dhaka....

  • The Word
    The Word

    I like the idea of that lurking uncertainty in the background. It...

  • A Poetry Evening at Oxford
    A Poetry Evening at Oxford

    Among the contemporary poetic voices, the name of Ilya Kaminsky...

  • Cliché

    In poetry’s kaleidoscope the clichés are sentiments, philosophy.

  • A Translation of Syed Manzoorul Islam’s “Seventy-One”

    The title of the story could have been “Tiger,” just “Tiger,” as, for a few days in 1971, a tiger had been the cause of a massive terror to us.

  • A Translation of Mojaffar Hossain’s “Subservient Country, Independent People”

    Majid kept sniffing the air as he walked. He slowed down when he heard someone’s footsteps behind him.

  • Where the Bombs Go Off and We Win

    We emerged victorious in a burning city of chaos,

  • The Noble Truth

    Leaders big and small set no good

  • The Name Game

    When it comes to their names, most people in Bangladesh may find themselves in a convoluted situation.

  • All About My Name

    I hate my name, particularly my nick name: Shuman. It’s so common that some of my classmates at Jahangirnagar University used to call me “common.”

  • Editor’s Note

    “What’s in a name?” asked Shakespeare. We often say that too as if names do not matter. Yet how else can we introduce ourselves if we do not have names?

  • The Tormented Soul

    I am now seventy, yet I remember vividly an incident from my childhood that left a deep impression on my soul.

  • Prehistoric (Part-III)

    As the moon appeared, high tides and ebbs kept changing their courses, and a little chill in the air set the mood- Bhikhu lost whatever was left of his self-restraint. Repulsion was replaced by a heat of desire and the next morning he was there to see her.

  • Dewdrops

    There was once a breeze filled heart

  • Remembering Melville in His Bicentenary Year

    The Melville bicentennial almost passed me by.

  • Fears!

    I tried to open my eyes,

  • Nights with Nicole

    “You gave me such a fright last night! I thought you were dying.”

  • Dhaka Translation Fest Declaration, 2019

    The 2nd Dhaka Translation Fest (DTF) 2019 was held at Bangladesh Shilpakala Academy, Dhaka on Friday 25 October, 2019.

  • Prehistoric (Part-II)

    Bhikhu apprehended that Pehlad might disclose his name to take revenge. Of course, he would not think twice of the consequences with his house being set on fire and all.

  • Confused

    I am mixed-up — cannot help

  • Musing on Things Unspeakable

    Prejudice is a monstrous thing, and so is the tendency to be judgmental—the mindset that allures us to put ourselves in the shining armor of righteousness.

  • Prehistoric (Part-I)

    Bhikhu suffered terribly throughout the rainy season. At the beginning of Ashar while raiding Baikhuntha Shaha’s depot at Basantapur, Bhikhu’s whole gang got caught in flagrante delicto.

  • Moonless (Part 2)

    “Let me finish first,” I say. “The first disaster descended on my life when Ahona turned six. I felt so elated when I took her to meet Sajeeb at Alliance Francaise.

  • Shortlist for the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2019

    The much-anticipated shortlist for the US $25,000 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2019 was announced at a special event, which took place at the London School of Economics & Political Science.

  • Cold Towns

    Guarded by the Biting Wind,

  • Rashida Sultana’s “Moonless” (Part I)

    I went to a café in the Gion region of Kyoto on invitation of Nizam Ahmed, a Bengali researcher in the University of Kyoto.

  • Visiting Norwich, a UNESCO City of Literature

    In early September 2019, I made a weeklong trip to the UK to present conference papers at the London School of Economics and Political Science (LSE) and the University of East Anglia (UEA).

  • Aha, Lakshmindar!

    When I pushed the calling bell of my Fupi’s (father’s sister) flat, a bewitching beauty opened the door. She possessed love-at-first sight charms. Beauty-struck, I gawked at her.

  • Statistically Speaking

    Maybe, someday we will joke about this,

  • Drifted Memory

    Every time before the voyage,

  • The Mona Lisa of Bengali Poetry: Jibanananda’s “Banalata Sen” (Part II)

    Ms Banalata Sen is mentioned thrice, at the end of each 6-line stanza, and each time the effect, in the context of the stanza’s affective and ideational development, is climactic.

  • How dare you!

    ‘How dare you!’ She poured molten lead into my ears, the moment I had proposed to her. I stopped right there. More than a decade has passed since then.

  • Play Dough

    “And brown for my hair,” muttered Mustafa to himself. He was engaged in his favorite pastime surrounded by a splendid array of multi-colored play dough.