Star Literature

Star Literature

The heart remains a stone that does not skip through water

You tell me stories of the sea—of its waves, of how it speaks to you in a language only you can understand—whenever you write back to me.

4d ago

The Poetry / The stranger

In an obscure restaurant in an anonymous suburb

4d ago

KHERO KHATA / Egg drop soup

The cream colored bowl held the steaming, almost translucent yellow broth with traces of white, garnished by an array of green onions slashed in an angle.

1w ago

KHERO KHATA / Fixed

The rain began at dusk, its cold fingers tracing the cracked panes of the house like an unwelcome visitor. By midnight, the storm had grown wild, wind howling through the trees, rattling the fragile bones of the dwelling. I stood before the door, my hand trembling on the tarnished brass handle.

1w ago

KHERO KHATA / Exit wounds

Tell me I am not a house without exits. Leave

1w ago

Poetry / The melted melody of a surreal life

Tell me, how far you want to descend  Into your own abyss? 

1w ago

Fiction / Accursed

This is an excerpt from Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay's short story "Abhishapta", translated by Dipty Rahman

2w ago

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?

2w ago

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.

FICTION / Sisyphus laughs: the laughter of God

At last, God heeded Sisyphus’s prayer—a plea he had been making for countless centuries. Each time, he hoisted the rock onto his shoulders, convinced that this would be the time it ascended with ease

The shabby turtle without a shore

Some label you a poet of love so true

1m ago

‘Je Jole Agun Jole’ was first published under the title ‘Kar Ki Noshto Korechilam’

'I dedicated a lion's share of the life I've lived to poetry. I've thought of poetry as a guiding star'

1m ago

One who stands alone in the crowd

A lonely soul treads on the street cultivating the sweet pain of defunct love; like a solitary artist, he rambles through the alleys of the city

1m ago

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.

1m ago

The plebeians in the twilight

It was the shade of the ashwath that vanquished all one’s weariness from the fiery heat of Choitro. Or else it was not possible for fatigue to be eliminated so quickly.

1m ago

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.

2m ago

Take me to a hibiscus field won’t you

I weave Hibiscuses in your hair and Along with them I softly weave the strings of my I love you’s. Your eyes are closed as you soak in my touch and Your lips are pressed thin as if imprisoning yours.

2m ago

Our Bangla

My Bangla Sings out every morning One language Many songs

2m ago

Remnants of a burning home

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

2m ago

On invisibilised violence

In classic Bengali fiction, the kitchen is a central site for conflict and community bonding.

2m ago