I want to write a poem about a dog though I've already written some poems that feature dogs. Sometimes I want

The intimate impersonality of my hotel room

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

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

“… 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

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—

Emon dine tare bola jay! On a dreamy day of endless showers, a sunless day of dense clouds, one could share the kind of mystery with

“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.

Arundhati Roy's eagerly-awaited second novel goes on sale, two decades after her prize-winning debut "The God of Small Things" propelled her to global fame and launched her career as an outspoken critic of injustice in her native India.

I never carried a rose

Our minds don't stop,

Our minds don't stop,

Like the mysterious rise of your enemy's language,