Susie Tharu and K. Lalita are well-known in India and beyond for their path breaking publication Women Writing in

The connections between gender and literature have a long history. Looking only at English literature, we can trace

Chetan Bhagat's latest creation, One Indian Girl is rather unique when compared with his previous works since it is written from a

Tahmima Anam's short story "Garments" is one of the winners of the O Henry Award this year. She is one of a group 20 writers so

Until recently not many people were aware of autism or thought about it. The subject was a social taboo. No one talked about it and

In 2003, while getting ready for my PhD oral examination on English women writers of the British Raj, I read Sonia Amin's The World of

“… they shall inherit the earth.”

No, I've never been to Santa Fe.

This year is the bicentennial of Debendranath Tagore (1817-1905), the eldest son of Prince Dwarkanath Tagore, who was also known

“I could hear the incredible voice of Sheikh Muzibur Rahman, 'Make your homes forts. Fight with whatever comes handy. Our struggle will

Literature is full of delicate perceptions that help fill up voids existing in our minds. Its purpose is more than pleasure; it promotes

Blue Venom and Forbidden Incense are translations of two novellas, Neel Dongshon and Nishidhho Loban, by the eminent Bangladesh

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

Six of Crows is the one of the fewest books I have read so far that is actually worth the hype and high ratings surrounding it.

“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—