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
The beautiful bond and story between a couple collared falconet was captured. Their conversation started and then the courtship between them.
Dramatis Personae Subtle, the Alchemist. Face, the Housekeeper. Dol Common, their Colleague. Dapper, a Lawyer's Clerk. Drugger, a Tobacco Man. Lovewit, Master of the House.
‘NOW, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root
'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
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
These are the dishes Dhruv Arora loves. These are namely biryani, puchka and sushi
Sweet malida. A mix of water-softened flattened rice, sugar, dried fruits and nuts, was a dish made
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
Two things account for our conservatism: the strength of our original emotional reaction to death and the insufficiency of our scientific knowledge about it.
The first and last lines of famous books frame the reading journey, inviting readers in and leaving lasting emotional or intellectual echoes.
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
