Her: Seen yesterday's sunset?

“Poetry should be free from Royalist Canada's university elites' hierarchy to come down to mass people” - was the resounding declaration

Days with Dinko and other Memories, written by Monica Chanda, and edited and published by her daughter Malavika Karlekar, is a

The indescribable grief and agony the aftermath of 1971 had set off in the eventful life of Ferdousi Priyabhashini can be perceived

On March 1 at 1.00 pm when Yahya Khan declared on the radio that he was suspending the National Assembly session because of the

Right now, I am all blue. I was supposed to have my feet on the ground, and study for my upcoming exam–which is in two days.

Azgar Ali was not worried when the war broke out. Theirs was a quaint little village hiding by the slopes near the Garo Hills. It took

As Bird flocks take wing at the rattle of sten guns

The process through which Sheikh Mujibur Rahman (1920-1975) became a folk hero in Bangladesh, that is to say, the way in which his

The historic announcement of March 7 by Bangabandhu was, in fact, the call for the independence of Bangladesh. The speech inspired

With the rise of fake Freedom Fighter certificates, it is nearly impossible not to be a cynic when one hears about early teen or eleven

In the sultry air of March yawns my absence.

As Josh Katz says in a recent New York Times article, there has been a 540% increase in Fentanyl-related deaths over the past three

Shashi Tharoor's Inglorious Empire: What the British Did to India (2017, Hurst: London, 296 pages) does not tell any untold story. The

"Most children have two whole legs and two whole arms but this little six-year-old that Dinesh was carrying had already lost one leg, the right one from the lower thigh down, and was now about to lose his right arm.” Anuk Arudpragasam's powerful debut novel “The Story of a Brief Marriage” starts with this haunting description of a shrapnel-struck child being brought to a makeshift clinic and about to undergo

Nationalism is one of the most powerful political ideologies of the world and its wave still vibrates through the Indian subcontinent

"Love means never having to say you're sorry."

Say this, don't say that.

I was never an autograph hunter. Never felt the urge, or the thrill, or the bragging right, or any of the rapid heart-thumping emotions

“Up there he floats,