I have but one life

Ismat was very irritated at my suspicions. She lectured me on how terrible it was to guess and gossip about others without actually hearing anything with my own ears. I was

Who says words are like butterflies? I see invisible shackles.

The moment I saw your eyes in the crimson glow

The barred windows and fortress walls,

It was a hard fall. Kheya was astounded—not because she fell, but because of the person she fell for. The man was a magician of words, with a thick beard and a thin voice and was about one

Star Weekend speaks to four young writers about launching their books at this year's Ekushey Boi Mela, about what influences their work, and their thoughts on the state of the literary scene in Bangladesh. A consensus emerged on the inspiration they receive from their childhood and the world around them and on the need for better editing, book marketing, and royalty payments in the industry.

Externally-funded English language projects of different stripes are an integral part of Bangladeshi education. These projects come

Foreign calls were cheap these days. So the parents had whined and cried on the phone: how could they bear their only son living

Mother-- please don't call me again at the end of day;

As No Presents Please emerges as the winner from a shortlist of six to take the coveted US $25,000 DSC Prize, Jerry Pinto comments,

It is a wonderful irony that T.S. Eliot, the publication of whose long poem The Waste Land a century ago is taken by the intelligentsia to

In the face of dehumanizing discrimination, insurgency is important, but not when it deviates towards inhumanity from humanity,

A moon merging with another moon—

“Everyone has a tree.”Golibe said. “And every man craves a moon. The moon is what he wants but the tree is where he ends. The tree is

It was a moonlit night – I wouldn't have known had I not gone to the rooftop.

You say a lot, but not what you hide,

He has on a worn-out Sherwani, a knee-length coat buttoning to the neck, with faded laces and patches here and there.

It was thrilling, in our raw undefiled youth, to step into the Department of English back in September 1975. That was the day when a bunch of 'scholarly' young men and glamorous young women first came to know that they had all been taken into first years honours classes.

The year 2019 began with much hope for those of us headed to the Annual Convention of the Modern Language Association (MLA) held in Chicago this year. Chi Town has always held a fascination for me, and more so because I am unable to go there frequently as I have zero driving skills.