FLASH FICTION / Chand raat at Mohakhali

The only way they chose to do this was probably written or imprinted in our genes–a wild frenzy of carnal expressions filled their faces.

Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.

You muttered, “Full Stop,”  I echoed, “Rest in Peace,” 

Let me tell you about Qahr.  A word not in my mother tongue, 

I took a lonely stroll  on the hollows of your cheeks

TRIGGER WARNING: animal brutality

To the politicians and their vetoes and dismissals of any proposals that might bring some change—what language do you use with them? What of their language that otherises an entire people to dehumanise them?

The plot sheds light on a privileged modern experience where time stands still, stopping the clock as the days and nights roll and go.

Sanjana has killed her husband. She had not meant to kill him, but the odds never seem to be in her favour. Desperately trying to grasp the reality of her situation, she flees the crime scene, leaving her family, friends and life behind.

The craze that once prevailed in academia over postcolonialism no longer seems to hover around there anymore.

It was an intimate gathering of book lovers who had come together to listen to and participate in a discussion regarding a variety of topics, starting from her writing process to concepts of death explored in her stories, all stemming from deeply personal events in her life

In the last few years, there has been a paradigm shift in the traditional book fair culture. The commercialisation and curation of hyper nationalist books have led to the absence of literature and stories of “others”.

Cait Corrain's reviewbombing practices serve as a cautionary tale. As readers and writers engage with online book communities, the issue of transparency becomes more vital than ever

With only a few days to go, there’s still a chance to take the younger ones to the book fair and check out the wide range of books available

Most publishing companies in Bangladesh are not big enough for them to have a fully functioning marketing team or a viable marketing strategy.

A review of Ottessa Moshfegh's 'My Year of Rest and Relaxation' (Penguin Press, 2023)

In the thick of it is a young woman of colour who’s a late bloomer and eventually finds her footing.

I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.

On a single visit to the Chadni Chowk gully at the Gawsia/New Market area, I had witnessed, store by store, the gradual devolvement of the name for Mysore cotton to Maisha cotton.

In the foreword, I wanted to capture how I, as a child, grew up listening to different stories: ghost stories, mythical stories from both Sanatana and Islamic religious scriptures, and fairy tales from 'Thakurmar Jhuli', compiled by Dakkhinaranjan Mitra Majumdar. It was a time when there were no boundaries for my imagination.