I am not ready to be a failure yet.

Then it is time to return!

Today is your 50th birthday. Happy Birthday to you.

FOSWAL (Foundation of SAARC Writers and Literature) was initiated in 1987 and it has since been fostering the writers and literature of SAARC countries.

A poem about the Fall.

JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes

Not so easy to assure someone 

After cremation everyone returned To their respective destination. The neighborhood was desolate 

“Are you sure he can make it? The Rupsha in March is not safe, nor are the Sundarbans.”

Tanwi Nandini islam of Bangladeshi heritage wins Kirkus Prize in nonfiction

Remembering Camus on his 109th birthday.

Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.

It was November 18, 2017, when the Delhi-based Scottish historian William Dalrymple came to participate in the ‘Dhaka Lit Fest.’ Ridwan Akram spoke to the author of the books, White Mughals and The Last Mughal. This interview throws light on Mr. Dalrymple’s thoughts, writing, personal life, and Indian history.

A realm with a big black door, I badly want to explore; A signage with a flower of gold, Worn out but not too old,

The 5th session of "Literary Matters" focuses on literary translation in Bangladesh.

A story recounting a mysterious phenomenon.

My mother was a house maid in a rich, village household. The master of the house was my father.  When I was recovering from measles, she managed a bowl of smoky, warm rice and six little crunchy puti fish for me.

Your city, an ex-lover of sunshine A lizard incapable of moving, despite its desire to mate As if it’s in pursuit of the intolerably sultry, a wailing.

The ring in the picture is the one that John Keats gave to his beloved Fanny Brawne as engagement ring in the Autumn of 1891. The stone is a garnet – set in gold. An inexpensive piece of jewellery, it reflects the financial condition of a poor poet struggling to make ends meet.

Now late at night you have a bed A quiet and dark room Placidity and silence Think of nothing more