Star Literature

POETRY / Will you remember me?

When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?

Poetry / Tupperware cake

1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you

REFLECTIONS / The Doppelgänger

It was actually a bit of a relief to sit on the terrace of the Gezira Pension and have a quiet breakfast before plunging back once more into the traffic of Cairo in search of a carriage to the museum.

ESSAY / Spectacularised rape

In the psyche and schema of the average transnational Bangladeshi, rape is visible and legitimate only when it takes spectacular forms—violent, brutal, deadly.

THE SHELF / Pages for freedom: Book recommendations for Victory Day

For educators: My go-to text on 1971 is Jahanara Imam’s Ekattorer Dinguli. It’s a deeply personal and powerful memoir that I believe every student should engage with to truly feel the emotional and human cost of the war. The way she documents her experiences, especially the loss of her son, is heart-wrenching and offers a perspective that transcends history—it becomes deeply relatable and unforgettable.

POETRY / Remnants of a burning home

I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night

FICTION / The vanishing Ramanujan

The night after the story got published, Jamal stormed to my home at around 11 PM, drenched in the rain. That was the first and only time Jamal raised his voice against me

POETRY / Albert’s dream

A long stretch of time / passed in prison

FICTION / At the birth of death

One sits silently. Her eyes blink sometimes. Sometimes her lips tremble a little, or they don’t tremble at all.

November 30, 2024
November 30, 2024

Albert’s dream

A long stretch of time / passed in prison

November 30, 2024
November 30, 2024

The vanishing Ramanujan

The night after the story got published, Jamal stormed to my home at around 11 PM, drenched in the rain. That was the first and only time Jamal raised his voice against me

November 23, 2024
November 23, 2024

Something smells fishy

The large green pond of Dhanmondi Lake was probably the first source of natural water that I had witnessed. It sheltered a huge number of people who have lived,

November 23, 2024
November 23, 2024

Of longings, of belongings

Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot.  –Kaajal (1965)

November 23, 2024
November 23, 2024

At the birth of death

One sits silently. Her eyes blink sometimes. Sometimes her lips tremble a little, or they don’t tremble at all.

November 16, 2024
November 16, 2024

Unfaithful month

I spent the last night with your lover 

November 16, 2024
November 16, 2024

The vampires of Bangla literature

Pale, aristocratic, seductive forces lurking in the dark—when we think of vampires, we often perceive them through a western lens

November 9, 2024
November 9, 2024

Inventing love

When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right

November 9, 2024
November 9, 2024

Grief exchange

I carry them openly in these calloused hands and hold them out to you could you tell me I'm worthy of love

November 9, 2024
November 9, 2024

Leave of absence

“Residents usually get 30 days of observation period,” said the man at the reception, “but since it’s a leap year, you get an extra day.