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

“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

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

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,

It was 3 AM. He couldn't sleep (he took sleeping pills but they didn't work). He was thinking of Fatin. Thursday night they had partied

His style and content both grew organically out of the soil of the world he built in his works.

On 25 October 1917 in Russia – 7 November in India – the Bolsheviks led an armed insurrection against Petrograd. News of the

Dearest, even if you won't love me

An unknown Darvish arrived in town that dawn. People rose euphoric, as if rising from the churning of the sea; they were everywhere-

Kazi Nazrul Islam was enticed by the challenge of writing a (Song of Separation) in a Bhatiyali tune. River Padma is,

As a child, I was not an ardent fan of the "Rebel Poet". I was made to memorise “Bidrohi” before I started going to school; and, I can