Creative nonfiction / Growing up with a new nation: The Dhaka we once knew

In the intellectual evolution of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, the partition of the subcontinent in 1947 played a decisive role.

Things are dark and bleak?

Doesn’t anyone get that my soul cringes for a call?

Aum impatiently held on to his phone, hearing it ring without being answered. He hated having to start the day without hearing her voice. Then again, he also hated going to bed without talking to her. It was going to be a bad day.

Psychedelic noises – a cacophony so harmonious

Rashida Sultana’s much-admired novel, Shada Beralera has been translated into English as The White Cats, recently.

Asantha U Attanayake’s first exchanges with me were over e-mail. She was travelling across the Subcontinent to collect and develop materials for her forthcoming book.

Those haunting lyrics of the British band Eurythmics, “Sweet dreams are made of this…”, followed intermittently by “…everybody is looking for something…”, and “…some of them want to use you…” fairly accurately encapsulate the theme of the dozen short stories that make up Rummana Chowdhury’s slim volume,

The ruby red kite fluttered above head, contrasted against the aquamarine sky, and it all was picture perfect for a split second, so perfect that it was a spoiler to the fact that something horrible was about to follow, like it did almost always.

No matter Lawrence Durrel defines history as “an endless repetition of the wrong way of living,” we must study it closely for gaining insights into our very own existence and setting our future course of actions.

To answer this question, let me hazard an analogy -- good writing is much like good food. Good writing tickles our senses the way good food does.

The book comprises a curated collection of essays written by Professor Fakrul Alam on various occasions for The Daily Star, starting from 1999 until now.

The poems in this collection explore issues plaguing the world right now—poverty, class inequality, climate crisis, warfare and

An interesting event of launching the revised translation of Syed Manzoorul Islam’s novel Ajgubi Raat took place on Saturday, February

Just imagine, a detective character like Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Satyajit Ray’s Prodosh C. Mitra alias Feluda appears in the Bangladesh literary arena.

They carried the dead body from the front yard inside the house and slowly laid him down on the floor.

The book is titled: Ekushe February. The title gives away the theme of the book undoubtedly. What’s so special about it? What’s special is the fact that this is the first ever compilation in Bangla literature on the events of the language movement of 1952.

Some stars fell...

A city made out of dust

Different scenario unfolds at every turn of a corner. Grand in a domestic dimension is the historic house museum - the Palazzo Falson - apparently the second oldest building still standing in the walled city of Mdina.