I don't mean law and order, in which we are woefully indigent, but artistic order, the kind created by art and literature. I mean the idea

As many hundreds of thousands of refugees stream out of Rakhine, leaving behind family killed and homes reduced to ashes, it may seem, and maybe is, peculiarly insensitive, untimely and Eurocentric to refer to the death of one Welsh poet in their homeland nearly 75 years ago.

The other day I was reading Deepa Kumar's Islamophobia and the Politics of Empire while traveling on a bus from Rajshahi to my home

A pebble ran to a beach in search of a home

The Last Mughal: the Fall of a Dynasty, Delhi, 1857 by William Dalrymple is the most engrossing book that I've read recently.

After successful publications of the graphic novel on Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman in Bangla, the English version of the first part of the novel series "Mujib" is unveiled at the Dhaka Lit Fest at Bangla Academy in Dhaka.

Disconnect is an anthology comprised of 20 short stories, edited by Aadiyat Ahmad, Kazi Akib Bin Asad, Rumman R Kalam, and Zoheb Mashiur.

A person's best company is books. Even in today's world filled with tabs, kindles and smart phones, nothing can beat the magic of a real book in your hands. The scent coming from the pages of a new book is incomparable to anything.

On October 28th, Rwanda will celebrate the opening of its first real and certainly grassiest cricket ground in the capital, Kigali. Brain

It took more than an hour for Rupa to reach her destination. After paying the fare she started walking past the pet shops in Katabon.

On a sun baked plateau, infused with the hue of stained blood and brown bread, caressed by the waves of the immortal spirit, which

With pedal click the rickshaw's here

Cats are to be hated. And their whining, which some might lovingly define as meowing, is nothing but tiresome whimpering. At least

Dogs usually live for some ten to thirteen years. Small sized breeds may live a little longer, but the bigger the size, the smaller the

Some memories like unexploded grenades

The muse offers herself in full glory;

My mother says I have always been a quick learner; I can remember her stories well. I can retell them in front of people, copying her

Recently, the Fifth Amherst Poetry Festival, held in tandem with the Emily Dickinson Museum, had downtown Amherst abuzz with

Edward W. Said (1 November, 1935 - 25 September 2003) – former Professor of English and Comparative Literature at Columbia

The idea of this poem came to Shahidul in 2012, soon after his Sussex MA dissertation on Modernism, where Eliot was one of his