FLASH FICTION / Chand raat at Mohakhali

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, a little girl got her hands on a book, a book about siblings, of living in the countryside, and going on adventures—a book that would later give way to other books on more adventures and misadventures, turning the little child into an adult who constantly daydreams of taking off to some faraway land.

There cannot be a book more for our times than Mohsin Hamid's Exit West which came out last year, at the peak of the European migration “crisis”. Hamid's earlier The Reluctant Fundamentalist too tackled contemporary issues of identity, Islamophobia, and disenchantment with US foreign policy, against the backdrop of 9/11.

A looming sense of apprehension fills the pages of Kazuki Sakuraba's celebrated work – Sugar Candy Bullets Can't Pierce Anything.

History by definition denotes all the events that happened in the past but recorded, as Winston Churchill puts it, by

the fragment is all that survived…

From Paradise gazing, we saw green on your face

Towering evergreen trees, thick clumps of fern and gorgeous waterfalls—yes, we are talking about Schwarzwald or

The rusted bogies were scattered like confetti at the path's end. Mounds of bricks and sand, abandoned boxes, stray

Perhaps it is time one should write on the real idea behind a private university and prove that Newman and his ideas

I picked up this book on a whim. Maybe it was the easy-to-hold feel of it. Or maybe it was the golden sticker adorning the names of the prizes it has amassed that floated on the water hyacinth covered pond. Whatever the reason, it sure didn't disappointed me.

Balancing beautifully between her panache and wit, Twinkle Khanna a.k.a. Mrs. Funnybones shares some insider's information of the

The life of refugee people has always been difficult, and in the current world it has taken on a monstrous form across borders.

No need for a movie tonight! Grab yourself a cup of steaming hot chai, turn off all distractions, and get strapped in for the

“This house,” said Mr Ranodhir Palchaudhuri, the owner of the colonnaded 19th century Neel Kuthi at Maheshgunj, “was built by a

You are the night

For a split second I was startled beyond belief. For a longer while, maybe about a minute, I must have stood still with my mouth agape

That Man with heavy glasses-

Since it was my fourth or fifth visit to the US, I considered myself a pro there. When I reached my cousin's home in Hicksville, Long Island on a Monday morning, she was busy preparing to leave for office.

My spirit is in tatters

Abul Hayat is a renowned Bangladeshi actor. Starting with Oedipus in 1969, he has acted in over five hundred plays to date. Not