Literature is full of delicate perceptions that help fill up voids existing in our minds. Its purpose is more than pleasure; it promotes

Blue Venom and Forbidden Incense are translations of two novellas, Neel Dongshon and Nishidhho Loban, by the eminent Bangladesh

As I see it, Zia Haider Rahman debut novel In the Light of What We Know (2014) turns on a high voltage light bulb of knowledge to

“… they shall inherit the earth.”

No, I've never been to Santa Fe.

This year is the bicentennial of Debendranath Tagore (1817-1905), the eldest son of Prince Dwarkanath Tagore, who was also known

Six of Crows is the one of the fewest books I have read so far that is actually worth the hype and high ratings surrounding it.

Shravan: the beginning of monsoon. For many days, the rain clouds had dispersed their burden. From the vicinity of Nada or Lobtulia, or from the vantage point of Grant Sahib's banyan tree, one could look in any direction and see only a verdant sea of fledgling reeds.

Sudden panic sends colorful homebound crowds –

The azan goes

There, there they come— monsoonal clouds—

Emon dine tare bola jay! On a dreamy day of endless showers, a sunless day of dense clouds, one could share the kind of mystery with

“That one is empty. The ribs are those giant bones on a full grown ilish, ilish with eggs”, thought Gamcha Miya, staring at Harun's skeletal boy with a ballooned stomach.

The day of our last parting, the rain refused to let up, pelting the window

For some reason, nobody approaches you when you're reading The Oxford English Dictionary.

Arundhati Roy's eagerly-awaited second novel goes on sale, two decades after her prize-winning debut "The God of Small Things" propelled her to global fame and launched her career as an outspoken critic of injustice in her native India.

I never carried a rose

Our minds don't stop,

Our minds don't stop,

Like the mysterious rise of your enemy's language,