In the world of fiction, one name you are bound to have come across is Haruki Murakami. With his recent surge in popularity, you can now find an assortment of Murakamis in any old bookshop. That is why now is the best time to get stuck into his works.

This is an aberrant situation…well, read on. Alam, in his Itihasher Korcha, quotes the Natore-born eminent historian Sir Jadunath

In the silence of the heart

DU. How those letters conjure up a sense of awe and bittersweet memory. Always in the vanguard of political, progressive

I swear by my mother's milk: I swear in the name of metals and minerals, in the name of coffee and coco, in the name of land and labor, that an emergency-poem like this one needs ample prose and even crude mathematical proofs.

It is a bright Sunday morning in spring. Most of the Boulderites are enjoying the outdoors. The curious sunbeams peek through the kitchen window to greet a slim girl with curly hair. Her name is Geeta Kulkarni. She is busily working on her dishes.

The term 'transatlantic relations' has emerged as a dominant paradigm in the study of relations between Europe and the United States.

He calculated the distance, the people between them, and kicked the football with perfect precision at her – that haughty one – gliding

Fuller Road, the short and winding road in the middle of the University of Dhaka campus, is quite legendary, not only as far as the

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, a little girl got her hands on a book, a book about siblings, of living in the countryside, and going on adventures—a book that would later give way to other books on more adventures and misadventures, turning the little child into an adult who constantly daydreams of taking off to some faraway land.

There cannot be a book more for our times than Mohsin Hamid's Exit West which came out last year, at the peak of the European migration “crisis”. Hamid's earlier The Reluctant Fundamentalist too tackled contemporary issues of identity, Islamophobia, and disenchantment with US foreign policy, against the backdrop of 9/11.

A looming sense of apprehension fills the pages of Kazuki Sakuraba's celebrated work – Sugar Candy Bullets Can't Pierce Anything.

History by definition denotes all the events that happened in the past but recorded, as Winston Churchill puts it, by

the fragment is all that survived…

From Paradise gazing, we saw green on your face

Towering evergreen trees, thick clumps of fern and gorgeous waterfalls—yes, we are talking about Schwarzwald or

The rusted bogies were scattered like confetti at the path's end. Mounds of bricks and sand, abandoned boxes, stray

Perhaps it is time one should write on the real idea behind a private university and prove that Newman and his ideas

I picked up this book on a whim. Maybe it was the easy-to-hold feel of it. Or maybe it was the golden sticker adorning the names of the prizes it has amassed that floated on the water hyacinth covered pond. Whatever the reason, it sure didn't disappointed me.

Balancing beautifully between her panache and wit, Twinkle Khanna a.k.a. Mrs. Funnybones shares some insider's information of the