The Disappearance
When we talk about guerilla soldiers, we are often at a loss to put a face to their names. The
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When we talk about guerilla soldiers, we are often at a loss to put a face to their names. The
Behind the scene, in stage terms, is all that goes on behind what you see on stage as the audience.
When it comes to cooking, I am reminded of the early days of trying my hand at the stove. The
When the Volkswagen Beetle started plying through the streets of Dhaka in the late ’60s, I had little notion of
Mrs Rumbold was our class teacher in class five. She was heavy-set, probably in her mid-50s or mid-40s. In the
We lost Sorry last Saturday. My workplace, Asiatic Centre, is constructed on a five katha land in Banani. The parking lot is
I am Kaniz Alia also known by my nickname Baby. I was born in March 1933. I have no memory
We were in the 8thgrade. We sang this song sincerely and quite often. We were the group of teens who
Eid holidays hatchback with the weekend adds up to a long holiday. On such a “Long Holiday” I want to
It was the time between July 1964 to April 1965 This was the ten-month time slot between Hindu-Muslim riot of