Travelling and collecting personal testimonies from Kashmiri civilians, a team of economists and activists offer a glimpse into the silenced streets of Srinagar and neighbouring villages. The report was made public on August 13, 2019.

When I think of Toni Morrison’s oeuvre, the word ‘geod’ comes to mind. A composite whole—each novel, each essay tightly knitted, contained by the solidity and confidence of its author’s direction of ideas. You think you know what to expect, given the ubiquity of its

After I finished Things that can and cannot be said, I stood in awe of how much power I held in my hands. In this slim volume were the musings, passing insights, and finally, the long-awaited encounter—albeit censored—of some of the strongest voices against modern-day empire.

On a short trip to Copenhagen, my wife and I, having just visited the Little Mermaid and the Hans Christian Andersen museum, are wandering where to go next. Just then, by a sheer stroke of luck, someone at the tourist information centre casually mentions The

“Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,” wrote Rudyard Kipling, a man with a silly name who only had a career because West met East and immediately mugged it, running off with wallet, shoes and pants. Through Kipling’s pen, the British

It was January 3, 2004. I was only 18. I joined a rally to protest the construction of the so-called eco-park within the Modhupur National Park—built on what we considered our ancestral land.

A long-awaited and yet-to-be released ‘Ethno-Linguistic Survey of Bangladesh’ identifies 14 indigenous languages on the verge of extinction. Completed in 2015, this is the first large-scale linguistic survey undertaken in the country since the colonial-era ‘Linguistic Survey of India’ by George Abraham Grierson in 1928.

The death toll from dengue has broken all previous records. The Dhaka North City Corporation (DNCC) and Dhaka South City Corporation (DSCC) had a budget of nearly 47 crores of taka for the control and surveillance of mosquitoes in the last fiscal year.

Manira Akhter Mitu was a second-year student at the department of economics at Begum Badrunnesa Women’s College, one of the seven graduate and post-graduate level colleges affiliated with Dhaka University (DU).

When browsing through the catalogue of shows on Netflix one night, I came across an entry with a thumbnail that took me back to the book covers of classic thriller novels such as Alastair McLean’s Guns of Navarone.

Is anyone safe at the hands of a mad mob?

On the advent of the World Indigenous Day, Star Weekend has translated a song by the late Kumar Samit Roy. Most of his songs were composed based on present-day Rangamati.

The child came just as dawn was about to crack. The earth had almost completed one rotation and was getting ready to light up again and along she came as the darkest hour of the night came to an end.

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

The Goldfinch—the written version, Donna Tartt’s third literary triumph—opens upon a Christmas day in a hotel in Amsterdam. The “I” that speaks offers a brief recap of his murky dreams and departure from New York; what but he really (quickly) wants to get to is setting up the scene for us.

The machines of war grind through the hills and through the minds of their inhabitants. The tracks of tanks and boots of troops mark the soil that holds the roots of ancient, indigenous communities.

The Modhupur sal forest exists on the map of northern Bangladesh as a small blob of green in what is otherwise a sea of grey. Being designated the colour green on a map is special—it means that patch of land is an unruly,

Earlier, I wrote on sexual and gender-based violence in the camps as well as the psychosocial support provided in the camps to Rohingya women in the refugee camps in Cox’s Bazar.

In a country bursting at its seams with a continuously growing population, it can be hard to get things right especially when it comes to wildlife conservation.

Tagore songs take me back to my childhood. They remind me of the nights when my mother would stay awake well past midnight to watch over me while I studied for my board exams.