It was a hard fall. Kheya was astounded—not because she fell, but because of the person she fell for. The man was a magician of words, with a thick beard and a thin voice and was about one

Star Weekend speaks to four young writers about launching their books at this year's Ekushey Boi Mela, about what influences their work, and their thoughts on the state of the literary scene in Bangladesh. A consensus emerged on the inspiration they receive from their childhood and the world around them and on the need for better editing, book marketing, and royalty payments in the industry.

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

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,

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

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

A moon merging with another moon—

“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

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

You say a lot, but not what you hide,

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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?"

When my ancestral home

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.

Literary adaptations on-screen struck big in 2018 with Crazy Rich Asians (book by Kevin Kwan), Mowgli (adapted from The Jungle Book and the nth adaptation so far), The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and A Wrinkle in Time.

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