I saw Eye in the Sky the afternoon it opened in London. I went with few preconceptions, knowing only that it was about drones and

Readers of this paper may have seen a “short story” entitled “The Rising of the Dead”, which appeared on April 23, 2016. Presented as a work of fiction...

At last, I built a home on the ash-stacks of fallen leaves,

The Pakistanis were beaten at last. The flag of Bangladesh flew over the independent country. We all returned celebrating victory.

May this afternoon's feeble shadows fall upon all the heady lines of my poetry, or may heaps of dry leaves blaze up in flames beside them

Things are material in the hardest sense of the term. Things have shapes, textures, structures, and even timbres. Things have tones,

The war that changed India and the world had one of its history-changing battles take place in the sprawling hills of Kohima. Across

When Kafka Tamura runs away from his Tokyo house the day he turns fifteen to escape a strange curse his father set upon him, little does he know his life will end up with so many twists and turns.

She walks the walk of her steps

Once upon a time, there were head-hunters. Only presence we found in April 2016 were two skulls perched on bamboo shafts on

Tahmima Anam concludes her Bengal trilogy with a novel that, in recounting the story of a love across continents and ethnic lines,

It was the summer of 1965. A tall, young man with dark shades in his early 30s got on his motorbike and embarked on a long arduous journey of over 350 kilometers starting from Dhaka and finally arrived at Kaptai...

Angry at a former boss for threatening to cut the workers' pay, Bangladeshi construction worker Md Mukul Hossine starts scribbling poetry on the bags of cement.

After two phases of namaj-e-janaza, Nurjahan Begum, the editor and publisher of weekly magazine Begum, is buried at Martyred Intellectual Graveyard in Dhaka’s Mirpur. She passes away at a Dhaka hospital at the age of 91. Born on June 4, 1925, she is a daughter of prominent journalist Mohammad Nasiruddin, editor of Bangla literary journal Saogat and awarded the Ekushey Padak in 2011.

Hunger engulfs me: In my belly, the feeling

Sonargaon Hotel had not started then in Dhaka. The Shahbagh Hotel was turned into Institute of Post Graduate Medicine. The elite

Last month Donald Trump and I happened to be in Chicago at the same time. He was there for the Republican primary. I wasn't.

What wind is it lilting my thoughts so amazingly?

Language mold me, Its structure and form bind me

If the city is razed to the ground, the last clock stopped ticking...