Springtime in Melbourne, her fifth time in this abode of blood-ties and new generation, but her first in this season of renewal.

Sometimes the web of obscurity becomes visibly so obvious to the viewer that such obscurity emerges as clarity.

This was 1973. Bangladesh had been born only about two years before. I was on my way back to Dhaka after attending a seminar in Belgrade, capital of the then Yugoslavia.

From ransacked temples and torched ancestral homestead,

Two pieces of roti or a red earthen plateful

Ever since he appeared on the New York folk scene, presenting himself as an anonymous exile from a place of no distinct identity – “My name it means nothing, my age it means less, the country I come from it's called the Midwest” – Bob Dylan has worked to elude definition.

Nobel Prize winning litterateur VS Naipaul inaugurates the Dhaka Literary Festival, with this the three-day festival kicks off at the Bangla Academy premises.

Nobel Prize winning litterateur VS Naipaul is coming to Bangladesh to attend the Dhaka Literary Festival that will be held at the Bangla Academy on November 17-19.

My long desired visit to Meghalaya this year in fact pushed me back to the landscape of the days we spent here taking refuge in 1971

“No need to pay, I like you enough to give a free night,” Liz said to me.

He watched from his window as the seasons changed. There was no yearning in his gaze, just a weary observer looking through glass

The diurnal and the nocturnal gyrations of the earth, the magnetic and gravitational attraction and repulsion of the celestial spheres

If literary delights are more to the taste than culinary, George Thompson englishes the improvised songs of the palky-bearers taking

I was introduced to the Summoner series in a time when I was craving to read and delve into a new world with very little time to spare.

American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature earlier this month, has finally told the Swedish Academy that he will accept the prize.

I happened to be living in California when the twin towers were destroyed and, although a long way from New York, I observed

“Most men carry weapons of defence with them. I carry none. A revolver was offered me before I started but I declined it. My

Many writers might give their right arm to be paid almost $1 million to deliver a lecture. But Bob Dylan's silence since he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature might mean he never sees the award money.

Nowadays I dream too much

And these buildings wearing out this winter's heart –