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Remembering Sunil Gangopadhyay with Bhashanagar On the soft twilight

Bhashanagar magazine celebrated the 91st birth anniversary of poet and novelist Sunil Gangopadhyay at the Bangla Academy Sabhaghar, Kolkata. The evening was touched by reverence and memory, where words, music, and voices came together in homage. Among the honoured guests were Swati Gangopadhyay, Sunil’s lifelong companion; veteran

Rain Water – Poetry from China

Rain water cannot wash clean the world’s filth Cannot scrub away the copper rust in the heart… Chu Zi is a writer, poet, calligrapher and painter Chu Zi, whose real name is Zhou Qiong, was born in Xiangtan City, Hunan Province, China in the 1960s. He is a writer, poet, calligrapher and painter. So far, he has created 23

Literature becomes a liability!

Literature has become a liability for the society as a whole, because it does not yield returns in terms of money and power If we want a better world, we shall have to revive literature and bring mankind back from the brink of unrealistic dreams of high life based on power and wealth Dr. Jernail S. Anand If we look at the focus

Nordic Peaks, Pristine Rivers, Valleys

Between the rhythms of wipers, the downpour, and Sindhi kalam, time melted away. After nearly 250 kilometers, we reached Karlskoga, where we stopped at a petrol station for a short break. By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden The Journey Begins from Stockholm It was barely a week since I had returned from New York in August 2023 when my

From Blind Despair to Quiet Resilience

On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali. Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing