If we eventually are

Pasty green doesn't suit you. White makes you look darker. Why would you even dare to wear black? That's forbidden. Don't even think

racing ahead

I know of Capt. Banerjee, Military Observer, only because he wrote feature articles for the Times of Saigon, edited by my father,

Recently, I have come across a significant number of Bangladeshi online journals, diligently invested in literatures in

Like every landmark day of every other country, Bangladesh's Ekushey February, or the 21st of February, 1952, has its roots decades

At this moment, when thousands of Rohingya refugees are sheltering in Bangladesh, the word 'refugee' gains new significance in the

We loved and respected Professor Ahsanul Haque as a teacher. He taught us in the Department of English, University of Dhaka, in the

Refugee, migration and relocation have played prominent roles in literature and public spheres alike. In recent times for Bangladesh, it

It was beginning to get a little warmer. The sun came up early in the morning. The buds were sprouting from the bare branches of the trees in the backyard.

He did not look at me once. Or even if he did, I doubt he saw me. His eyes were engrossed in deep thought; to me he seemed to be dipping in the deep waters of memory. Bent with age, he sat at his desk.

The Daily Star Literature team heartily congratulates Syed Manzoorul Islam, Saiful Islam Khan (poet Hayat Saef), Subrata Barua, Robiul Hussain and Khalekdad Chowdhury (posthumous), who have been awarded the Ekushey Padak 2018 for their contribution in language and literature.

With the gathering helpless compulsive rage

One evening, while standing on the veranda of their 6th floor apartment, Sonia fell—with a big thud—in love. The thud was so loud

Since whether you keep me in mind or not isn't in my mind at all,

“So, Monsieur! What are you going to sing for me today? Neele neele ambar, perhaps?” she asked flaunting her azure saree. For once,

And I come here to take your hand,

Caricature boys

Here are the steps leading down to the lake

They sit on the veranda every afternoon; an old man and an old woman. The man is in his seventies with white hair thinning in the