The spirits of the forest

The spirits of the forest
16 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Something missing

Something missing from this dish and that.
16 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Clipped wings

I’ve been screaming for so long My aching throat feels raw,
16 October 2020, 18:00 PM

On Vocabulary in Writing

Back in the mid-90s when I was majoring in English literature at a public university in Dhaka, Bangladesh, I was a cricket buff. For the Bangladeshis, cricket was a transnational love affair in the 90s.
16 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Nazrul beyond Bangla

Kazi Nazrul Islam needs no introduction to those familiar with Bangla literature. He and his works are, for cogent reasons, less known in other circles.
9 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Reflection

My mother has a habit of staring intently at reflective surfaces. When alone, she will look directly into mirrors with a vacant look in her eyes.
9 October 2020, 18:00 PM

American poet Louise Gluck wins Nobel literature prize

American poet Louise Gluck won the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature for works exploring family and childhood in an "unmistakable...voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal", the Swedish Academy has said.
8 October 2020, 13:28 PM

La Luna

Every once in a moonlit midnight
2 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Cricket in the Dock: A Duty of Care

Cricketers are accustomed to hearing about cricket balls being caught but not of a ball being brought into Court. Appeals concerning a ball at Lords, home of cricket, are familiar enough but an Appeal in the Lords? In 1951 cricket figured in a landmark legal decision in the House of Lords.
2 October 2020, 18:00 PM

The Nest

(I guess) some birds don’t return to roosts.
2 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Farewell, Dear Moon

Body trembling, tears falling
2 October 2020, 18:00 PM

Of Fireflies and Slime

I stood before the door of the house where my grandmother once lived. Age and infirmity had jaded what might have once been a proper door.
25 September 2020, 18:00 PM

Sand and Water

Shutters clicked away. Flashes dazzled eyes. News reporters jostled with each other to hold out their mikes as far as their arms allowed. Busy fingers gripped their ballpoints tighter.
25 September 2020, 18:00 PM

Commute of an old man

Year 2060: I was a lonely kid. Sometimes I felt as if I lived my whole life alone. There were different people here and there, flittering in and out, at the intersection where our lives crossed, before the roads untangled and moved apart.
18 September 2020, 18:00 PM

Mathematics and Poetry: Some Impressions

I think I’ve always loved mathematics in my own ways.
18 September 2020, 18:00 PM

Kabarsthan

As the mangy fingers of fascism grew out of the copper earth,
11 September 2020, 18:00 PM

The Art of Weaving Time

Maybe you forgot, or dementia possessed you before our union—how else could you keep aloof from your soul, your other soul, your eupnoea?
11 September 2020, 18:00 PM

“Moshla Bhoot” or Ghostly Sacks of Spices

Hajari Biswas was sitting leisurely in his spice-shop. It was around noon and the market price of spices was not going well. There were not too many buyers even though one could detect quite a few foreigners in the market. Hajari was fanning himself with a palm leaf and was dozing off. Suddenly, he woke up at the sound of a familiar voice.
11 September 2020, 18:00 PM

Begum Rokeya’s Non-sectarian, Pluralist-Inclusivist Imagination

Bengali writer, educationist and pioneering feminist activist, Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain (1880-1932), popularly known as Begum Rokeya, was born at a critical juncture in South Asian history when hostility and bloodshed between Hindus and Muslims was a recurrent experience.
4 September 2020, 18:00 PM

The House You Cannot Put Colours on

It was a big window, like an arched doorway. It creaked loudly the first time I opened it. It sounded angry, upset. I wondered why?
4 September 2020, 18:00 PM