Who says words are like butterflies? I see invisible shackles.

The moment I saw your eyes in the crimson glow

The barred windows and fortress walls,

Star Weekend speaks to four young writers about launching their books at this year's Ekushey Boi Mela, about what influences their work, and their thoughts on the state of the literary scene in Bangladesh. A consensus emerged on the inspiration they receive from their childhood and the world around them and on the need for better editing, book marketing, and royalty payments in the industry.

Externally-funded English language projects of different stripes are an integral part of Bangladeshi education. These projects come

Foreign calls were cheap these days. So the parents had whined and cried on the phone: how could they bear their only son living

Mother-- please don't call me again at the end of day;

As No Presents Please emerges as the winner from a shortlist of six to take the coveted US $25,000 DSC Prize, Jerry Pinto comments,

It is a wonderful irony that T.S. Eliot, the publication of whose long poem The Waste Land a century ago is taken by the intelligentsia to

In the face of dehumanizing discrimination, insurgency is important, but not when it deviates towards inhumanity from humanity,

A moon merging with another moon—

“Everyone has a tree.”Golibe said. “And every man craves a moon. The moon is what he wants but the tree is where he ends. The tree is

It was a moonlit night – I wouldn't have known had I not gone to the rooftop.

You say a lot, but not what you hide,

He has on a worn-out Sherwani, a knee-length coat buttoning to the neck, with faded laces and patches here and there.

It was thrilling, in our raw undefiled youth, to step into the Department of English back in September 1975. That was the day when a bunch of 'scholarly' young men and glamorous young women first came to know that they had all been taken into first years honours classes.

The year 2019 began with much hope for those of us headed to the Annual Convention of the Modern Language Association (MLA) held in Chicago this year. Chi Town has always held a fascination for me, and more so because I am unable to go there frequently as I have zero driving skills.

In a previous article, I wrote about my visit to Haworth, Yorkshire, home of the Brontë sisters. Now I think that if I don't write about the Big Smoke, I will be leaving out a big part of my experience in England.

The adage goes that almost every Bengali is born with poetry in his/her heart. Note the word - almost! There exists, blissfully, exceptions to this byword. Happily,

September 7, 2018; a big hall in Ibsenhuset (The Ibsen House; museum, archive and theatre dedicated to Henrik Ibsen in his birth town, Skien). An actors' session of