An everyday face

Whenever, I had come over to Sydney to spend time with my family, we met most of the times on road or cottage fence and

Sue and Glen, standing on the moving train, stood facing each other as they held a steel pole for support. Crowded with office

We were sceptical, but that didn't stop us from grabbing the first copy of The Cursed Child we could find. While I wasn't hoping to be blown out of my mind, it's disheartening how my only sentiment towards the story is an indifferent “Meh”.

I never went to Kurigram.

The winter has begun from of 1st of June officially in Australia. I wonder, if the season does follow the calendar.

Two concepts—communications and communication—mistakenly or unknowingly are used interchangeably in the applied filed of communication in Bangladesh.

This is the third of the six-volume autobiography of the global sensation Norwegian Karl Ove Knausgaard. His magnum opus “My Struggle” has been compared to French novelist Marcel Proust's philosophical musings in “In Search of Lost Time”.

Set within and on the outskirts of Dhaka City, Like A Diamond In The Sky (Shazia Omar, Penguin 2009), is a novel that addresses the alienation of Bangladeshi youth through the struggles of a 21 year old drug addict, Deen, and his 'khor' friends.

In the yearly cycle of months, we are now well into July. In season's

I have a feeling of unease,

The traveller walks on, singing as if undone,

‘Shaggy rags carpet the sky with tiny pores for rays to penetrate,

The outcome of the referendum seems certain to divorce us from the European Union. But Britain itself has already been internally fractured by an angry campaign full of dishonest threats and promises. The leading promoters of Brexit were mainly responsible.

Whether it's a page or screen devoid of words, writer's block can get crippling. Most of us know “advice” such as taking a walk, having coffee, changing writing tool or going on vacation, is hardly helpful.

At last, I came back.

See, such a beautiful sparrow is

It was midnight. The man was lying dead; his head had hit the edge of the sidewalk and then cracked open, the blood was slowly but

Lured by the countless “Addicted to the smell of books” posts and photos of stacks for summer reading, I decided that perhaps it might not be a terrible idea to revert back to paperbacks and hardcover books.

New Books