In the opening, the book printed by Madhyama Media and Publications points to the fact that publishers in this country – though slowly but are finally becoming skilled. Hat’s off to the publisher.

The pages are full of references to modern Chinese political history and its cultural and social practices.

The Epic of Gilgamesh is both a spiritual treatise and a decisive effort of ancient literature.

He seemed to be in a paradoxical state of discomfort and pleasure. “It's as if you've never tasted anything spicy before,” I said. “You have to pay for that, mind you.” “Of course I will,” he grinned. Soon enough, the hot sauce began its attack and he began to draw in cool air to soothe his burning tongue. “Oi, give me a cold Coke!” “All right, hold your horses.” I replied, walking over to the refrigerator. A few minutes later he had emptied the bottle. I shook my head at him wearily.

The beeps of the monitors were mute for him. Everything was fading away.

Many years had passed since I last saw him. He used to sit under the bridge during the hot summer days; the quintessential jhaal-muri-wala.

From my balcony I look down at

I wept endlessly the day I turned twenty-two,

I wish I could, Fly for 22 days like a bird!

Here are the winners of our latest SLR writing competition.

Amit Chaudhuri writes on nothing in particular. His novels scarcely have any plot. They are written in a relaxed manner, with almost each line containing delightful descriptions that are meant to be read slowly, in leisure.

The amount of poetry on the net is simply staggering. All the great and popular poems we have – or ought to have – read are a mouse click away.

Amidst the endless contest for power, every nation-state is beset with insurgencies. A casualty in these conflicts is often the freedom of thought and expression.

I miss my unborn child

She believed she was about thirty

This week we welcome back the ever-prolific poet and academic Kaiser Haq tracing lines of connection between the wireless and the lyrical.

I bought a copy of Cat and Mouse by Gunter Grass (1927—2015) around four years ago from Aziz Super Market, Dhaka and while going through the moving novel Gunter Grass seemed to me very close to Victor Hugo in terms of characterization.

IT'S not often you come across artists writing on artists.

CRAVING for some spinal tingling horror story? How about some classic Edgar Allen Poe Gothic Fiction that will leave you scared and confused?

Should a writer write to please the reader or himself/herself?