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  • Sahela

    It was Ramadan. It was hot. Even though I was sitting inside an air...

  • Leftover Loyalties
    Leftover Loyalties

    Our weapons were taken away the day the General discovered the note...

  • Prey

    There was a deafening noise! As soon as the bullets were fired from...

  • A Grey Torment

    After a long day of work, Selim was returning home, tired and disgruntled by the unalterable toils of his life. He longed to reach home, take a lengthy shower, have a good meal and sleep like a log for the next seven hours.

  • The Paradox of Reality

    I woke to the sound of a storm--The Wind howled like a wounded animal, Violating the trees. The leaves danced in a manic rhythm, Branches swished to a primal beat: the mighty thunder.


    She stood at the edge of the elegant Jinnah Avenue, a stone's throw away from the leafy environs of Government House, the undisputed Queen of the cinemas: Gulistan, the 'rose garden' of Dacca's cinema-loving public.

  • The Bluestocking Salons of Eighteenth-Century Britain

    I enjoyed reading my teacher and mentor Fakrul Alam's “The Literary Club of 18th-Century London” (Daily Star, 20 August 2018). Referring to our age-old practice of having literary addas (chatting circles) and London's “The Club” better known as “Literary Club” which Samuel Johnson (1709-84) and Joshua Reynolds (1723-92) founded in 1764, he pointed to a comparable literary tradition of Bengal and Britain.

  • Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay's Aranyak (1939): the “Modern,” the “Non-modern” and the Nation-state

    Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay is a name entwined with the rural Bengal and its people. He specifically focused on the north-western districts of the undivided Bengal and brought out an amazing portrayal of the simple rustic life and its scenic beauty.

  • Just a Temporary Marriage

    It had been raining lightly since morning. During the monsoon, the North-Eastern Bengal Haor wetland areas would go under deep water, the water remaining for half of the year. Boats would become the prime mode of transportation.

  • The Door (Part 2)

    It was a common story. A campus that was under the tyrannical rule of a leading political party. Students kneeling down to conformity. A few rebellious ones that refused to obey.

  • Syed Ismail Hossain Siraji: A Tribute

    Syed Ismail Hossain Siraji (1880–1931) is one of the pioneers of the Muslim Renaissance in the subcontinent. He was born in an illustrious Muslim family at Sirajganj town in the then Pabna district in 1880 and also died in the same place in 1931.

  • 3 Poems by Pias Majid

    Dandelions of moonshine have blown in clutster, Finding you unfading there, I dive into the golden error.

  • The Door (Part 1)

    On a second thought, the door didn't start the whole mess. Rather it can be labeled as a witness, a milestone perhaps. At least that's what Aru thought as she dipped the paint brush in a bucket full of thick, dark paint.

  • An Ode to Arundhati Roy

    Whenever I think of Arundhati Roy, I am reminded of afternoons on the rooftop with soothing breeze and neighbourhood pigeons circling the sky.

  • Leavings

    John Drew, mourning the untimely death of poet Riad Nourallah (1949-2018), comments: Riad's writing and teaching draw on the

  • Professor Imtiaz Habib: A Scholar Par Excellence

    Professor Imtiaz H. Habib was easily recognizable in a crowd even if his back was turned towards you. He was a tall, well dressed man


    I was staring intently at the girl sitting in half profile in front and to the right of me. The girl was beautiful all right, but that is not

  • The Tree of Life

    Sharif and his wife Ankhi were at the chamber of a reputed Sydney oncologist to discuss the MRI results of Sharif's suspected colon. On the wall hung a board which displayed a large number of his colon's images taken at different angles and perspectives. Sharif tried to get the underlying message emanating from the images. Each image had a few grey or dark spots which looked ominous to him.

  • Poetry

    The silky skinned beauty went galloping through the prairie

  • V. S. Naipaul: Riddles and Reflections

    Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2001, Sir Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul (knighted in 1990) died on August 11, 2018 at the

  • The Literary Club of 18th-Century London

    We Bengalis think that no one can match us for our addas. If you were growing up in Dhaka in the 1950s or the 1960s and happened

  • Old Delhi, New Experiences

    I hope that you are well in London town — and that you are missing me! Let me say at the outset that this message comes to you


    Kaiser Haq (non-fiction)

  • Okja: A meat-lover's nightmare

    Don't watch Okja if you are one of those with big plans of making the best out of all the surplus meat that will dip into your deep fridge.

  • The Frog Eater

    The dark rain clouds gradually spread across the blue expanse of the sky. The earth was engulfed in darkness. The rain started pouring. It was not a storm, though the wind blew in violent gusts.

  • To Paradise

    It seemed as though my little sister had climbed the five and a half stories from out of the dark recesses of the road where they were digging in the light of lanterns.

  • Is this Normal?

    Her bedroom door burst open. She was silently crying on the bed when her mother stood in the doorway of her room. She didn't dare to look at her mother.

  • This Land is My Land

    Aahana took short agitated steps around the back courtyard of her house. She paused for a few seconds, to clear her head which was spinning, either because of the circles she was taking around the yard or because of the information her husband had given her the that morning.



  • Naked, Lonely Hand (Nagna Nirjan Haat)

    Darkness thickens on the sky once more, Light's enigmatic sister— this darkness.

  • The Marriage Proposal: A True Story

    When my son turned into a marriageable age, all our friends, relatives and acquaintances started asking the inevitable questions, “When will he get married?”

  • The Machete of the Goddess

    Sometimes when there is no rational explanation behind certain happenings, we call them supernatural. There might actually be some justification, but they elude our sense of logic.

  • Falling into Lakes & Other Misadventures in P.E.

    When I first came to the US for college, I was perplexed by the physical education requirement: we had no such thing in Bangladesh.