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 subtitle of the book proposes it all: fourteen writers reminisce about their own, or their dear ones' experiences immediately prior to, or during, or at the end of the Liberation War of Bangladesh.

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

Two years earlier I had reviewed one of Mashuk Chowdhury's poetry collections Nodir Nam Dusshomoy for The Daily Star Book Review

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

Jeff Vandermeer beautifully paints a dystopian imagery in his latest title, Borne. He welcomes the readers to a dangerous city by a toxic

Ammu is crying in the next room. Incessantly. I can't stand it any longer. Why did she do it? I have no doubt that she did it even

Go hush hush, go shh shh

In one of my trips to the USA, I had a ticket on Royal Jordanian Airlines with a stopover at Amman. I halted there for three days, saw

“Biographies do walk the 'precarious high wire between fiction and non-fiction” (Claire Battershill in “No One Wants Biography”).