The book under review is a translation of Tapaswi O Taraginee, a four-act Bangla play written by Buddhadeva Bose (Buddhadev Basu), one of the pioneers
'Adventures of Huckleberry Finn', a novel by Mark Twain, was published in the United Kingdom in 1884 and in the United States in 1885. The
These are the dishes Dhruv Arora loves. These are namely biryani, puchka and sushi
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
My dream apartment will be located in Singapore. I will live there with my parents happily. The view from my apartment will be fantastic. On
The past was deep. The fairy lights were black and white. As if everything was lost in a film scene from the prime time.
Rashbehari was mediocre in size, mediocre in looks, mediocre in knowledge and mediocre in intelligence. A truly mediocre character in other words. Sarasi, too, he
Gravel crunches, A pebble thrown to the side. A leaf in parabolic flight, Swirling with the gusts of nature’s breath. Inhale, exhale, and a boot
Bongshidhar was returning from the weekly market of Hajratpur. His both hands were loaded with goods purchased from the market. Usually, Bongshidhar didn’t need so
Sarasi didn’t have a particularly pretty face. A stub of a nose, an undulating forehead, small eyes. She had an extremely fair complexion but her
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decrease, His tender heir mught
A synagogue is the centre of the Jewish religious community: a place of prayer, study, education, social and charitable work as well as a social
So, I thought to myself, “why not give this a chance?”. I started turning up at the college band auditions, going down to the canteen,
Once a colleague forcibly put money in his pocket, but he threw that in the waste paper basket just out of fear. Yes, it also
My rifle roared. Deuta hated shooting for the heck of it. That day I defied his teaching and killed the hunting eagle for my own
One Christmas day, someone brought two socks filled with gifts from Philip koka’s house. I found them by my pillow. In the morning, I saw
