Back in 2005 in California, I was reading Edward Said’s Power, Politics, and Culture. This book is a collection of twenty-eight interviews

The eyes often grow heavy

The empty lane of the cemetery was lit by the ancient stars flickering above. The wind had leaves dancing on their branches. It was a

There is a buzz in the house this morning. Things are on the move. Nishat has taken full command, directing her troops to advance swiftly. I look at my watch and ask chotu to fetch my briefcase and the driver to get the car out.

MD Sharif Uddin's memoir Stranger to Myself: Diary of a Bangladeshi in Singapore was awarded best non-fiction at the Singapore Book Awards in 2018.

Baishakh is yet to show up,

Pohela Baishakh, in other words, got momentum as a kind of counter-discourse -- a vibrant collective and spontaneous response to the damming of the Bengali nationalist consciousness by successive Pakistani military governments working in cahoots with Muslim League politicians.

My mother told me to get a big Ilish maach for Pohela Baishakh. My face went pale. However much I claimed to love my mother, I had no wish to go to the maachher bazaar.

Creating the world and nirvana on their own,

Summer! My aunt in red, redundant words,

Ecstatic high achievers and proud parents of tomorrow's nation-builders filled the Shaheed Suhrawardy National Indoor Stadium

Novelist Mostofa Kamla was born in the village of Andharmanik under Barisal district on 30 May 1970. He started his career as a

My cousin Nirmalya was born and brought up in Delhi. He would visit us in Kolkata occasionally while visiting his ancestral home and

Autumn leaves are seasoned

A brown, robust dog looks on anxiously while sitting at a busy intersection of the city. The male dog has chosen a dark and safe place

The picturesque mountainous area in the north-west part of England, commonly known as the Lake District, is a top favorite tourist

Ever-undaunted, I am heading forward, ignoring all obstacles,

60 mg of Prozac

Have you seen my City?

On March 18th, a poet named John was hit in the eye and knocked out by a ball while playing an informal game of cricket. Perhaps