Star Literature

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.

POETRY / Of longings, of belongings

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

CREATIVE NONFICTION / 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,

ESSAY / 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

POETRY / Unfaithful month

I spent the last night with your lover 

FICTION / 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.

December 7, 2024
December 7, 2024

Remnants of a burning home

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

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