Celebrating Pahela Baishakh is only getting more and more colorful. It is no less than a carnival these days. As far I can remember,

After Tawfiq-e-Elahi Chowdhury was slapped an uncertain prison term at the end of what he describes as a 'kangaroo trial,' on 18

There are books that you read just for the sake of reading. There are books that make you skip a bundle of pages to avoid the dullness. And then there are books that don't allow you to skip even a single page. Rich People Problems is one such book.

Some days I come knocking at your door

“If I were a hero …” Arif stopped suddenly.

Imagine Bengal like this: all the rivers have dried up. Periodically, there are earthquakes. For mile after mile there is only desert scrub:

Since the Liberation War in 1971 the readers in Bangladesh have seen many narratives on 1971 and 1952. In most of these, the central

There is a feel good factor about Gauranga Mohanta's collection of prose poems A Green Dove in Silence. A neat jacket, crispy pages,

It doesn't want a handful of puffed rice

From behind a counter inside Tasty, her brother Anik's bakery shop, Hridi watches an old Westerner repeatedly tug on the glass door

With the examination season on, people feel pity for the stressed students burning the midnight oil as well as for their parents who, in

Perhaps, it is better to turn around.

Her: Seen yesterday's sunset?

“Poetry should be free from Royalist Canada's university elites' hierarchy to come down to mass people” - was the resounding declaration

Days with Dinko and other Memories, written by Monica Chanda, and edited and published by her daughter Malavika Karlekar, is a

On March 1 at 1.00 pm when Yahya Khan declared on the radio that he was suspending the National Assembly session because of the

Right now, I am all blue. I was supposed to have my feet on the ground, and study for my upcoming exam–which is in two days.

Azgar Ali was not worried when the war broke out. Theirs was a quaint little village hiding by the slopes near the Garo Hills. It took

As Bird flocks take wing at the rattle of sten guns

The indescribable grief and agony the aftermath of 1971 had set off in the eventful life of Ferdousi Priyabhashini can be perceived