Creative nonfiction / Growing up with a new nation: The Dhaka we once knew

When I put my first step

As much as the ongoing Rohingya crisis is being extensively covered by the local and international media, the distinct lack of a serious

There is perhaps no event in the long history of the British empire in India that continues to exert so strong and abiding a fascination as the great uprising of 1857.

Ring out your notes of triumph! Ring out your notes of triumph!

“Kill those outsiders!” “Bash the non-believers!”—the riot between the Hindus and Muslims had begun anew.

In his voice we continue to hear the cadences, inflections, and accents of resistance and even revolution.

The hardcover is clothed with a blue dust jacket with an illustration of two egrets flying among clouds and above the title. The clouds, I believe, represent Kalimpong, where the novel is set and the story unrolls along its winding roads. Sometimes it leaps over continents and focuses on another character living an immigrant life in New York City. Sometimes, it travels to the past, shedding light on history.

Published in 1947, the background of Albert Camus' The Plague is that of Oran, a coastal town of colonial Algeria. The author certainly

A perfect luminous ball with deep, wide craters and spots, like freckles-

You taught me language, and my profit on't

When I met Pip, he was hanging upside down. It was not by choice though; someone held him by his feet against his will and made

He is surely one of the most loved and respected professors in Bangladesh. Even though he was mostly anchored at the Department of

This book is the story of Professor Nurul Islam, arguably Bangladesh's most famous living economist. The narrative begins with his

Jiboner Bone Bone (In the Forests of Life) is a heartfelt autobiography written by Nuruddin Ahmad (1920-2010), one of the first Bengali-Muslim officials of the Indian Forest Service (IFS). The tales of his eventful life take in the growth and coming to being of Bangladesh, his observations on Bengali middle-class society and how he worked his way to the top of the Forest Department in the midst of hostile British and Pakistani governments.

Let the auspicious hour of birth come around once again.

The twenty-fifth of the month of Baisakh flows on—

It is perhaps redundant today to analyse the remark quoted above from the Introduction of Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali or Song

None can fathom

Surabala and I went to school together, played husband and wife, being the kids that we were. Whenever I went to their house, her

At first sight of our island, I confess