An unknown Darvish arrived in town that dawn. People rose euphoric, as if rising from the churning of the sea; they were everywhere-

Kazi Nazrul Islam was enticed by the challenge of writing a (Song of Separation) in a Bhatiyali tune. River Padma is,

As a child, I was not an ardent fan of the "Rebel Poet". I was made to memorise “Bidrohi” before I started going to school; and, I can

How did Nazrul perceive the world literature of his time? Was he widely read, and did he interact with the literary ideas shaping

I visited Havana, Cuba, in January this year. I was invited there to give a lecture on the significance of Fidel Castro and the reception of

On 25 October 1917 in Russia – 7 November in India – the Bolsheviks led an armed insurrection against Petrograd. News of the

I want to write a letter to a woman from a time now past.

Digging his grave in a mine,

Women and children in masterly works of fiction tend to be endearing. From Bengal to Russia, the endearment lasts a lifetime;

Though times have changed, in the several visits I made to the US over the last twenty years, one headache has remained constant –

Her hair

A motorcar

Let me dedicate my inaugural musing in this page to the writers of the Bangladeshi diaspora spread all over the world; after all, I

From 1891-1901 Tagore was continuously in Bengal. He used to come in Naogaon’s Patisar to observe the estate’s condition till 1937. His grandfather Prince Dwarkanath Tagore bought this estate in 1830. Actually to look after that estate Tagore came to Patisar in 1891.

This remarkable book records a unique feat. In sequenced essays, its many contributors led by their mastermind...

To read Rabindranath Tagore's lectures on Nationalism delivered in 1916 in Japan and in America is to feel that he positively detested it.

All of us are products of our times – but while most of us are carried on time's shoulders only a few are able to carry time on theirs.

Our house rules required us siblings to sit before our father every morning for a session on the literary classics.

“How many governments have fallen,” the prince had gone on, “And how many kingdoms have been swept from the face of the earth, and Orosh is still standing.”

I do not really know. I never really thought I would or could write. The first piece I wrote was of course some old Grimm Brothers' fairy