On the heart of a place where heather blossoms, Dreams of scattered bodies and burnt heath Against the walls where children live
An uncomfortable stillness emanated in the air around Rajpath road. I stood there with my suitcase in my hand, the hair on the back of my neck standing on edge. Glancing left then right, I crossed the road and entered the premises of Hotel Kaalipara.
It was another early sunset on a rainy day in Dhaka. Alamin was walking with a polythene bag of groceries back to his small, rented apartment.
Bishwa Sahitya Kendra completes the mammoth task of compiling and publishing the 74,000-page compilation
the moon watches over you, when whales beach themselves, the tides wash them back home; the moon looks down