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

JHALMURI (Puffed rice chaat) Preparation time: 2 minutes

Not so easy to assure someone 

Tanwi Nandini islam of Bangladeshi heritage wins Kirkus Prize in nonfiction

Remembering Camus on his 109th birthday.

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,

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.

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

No respite these resplendent summers, beads of light sweating down streetlamps into gutters, aarati cinders simmer in pistons. You trawl your bone-dry fountain

By 1954 Jibanananda Das, after years of neglect, was beginning to gain increasing attention as a poet all over Bengal—East or West—and had a steady teaching job after a long, long time. Indeed, in 1953 he had been awarded the Rabindra-Smriti Puroshkar for his book of verse, Banalata Sen. In May, 1954 his Jibanananda Dasher Shreshto Kobita came out from a reasonably good publishing house, collecting his best poems.

After a ten-year long hiatus, Monica Ali has returned with Love-Marriage that has has caused quite a stir.

“War is vast. It reaches across the horizon, loftier and older than peace. Killing came before war, but it might also be that refuge preceded war.

He spoke of women on equal terms at a time when women were not even people in the country where he lived (and they still are not—neither in the land of Lalon nor in the world that we proudly claim as ours.

A strange experience by the sea-shore.