Holiday
By Rabindranath Tagore
The other boys were overjoyed to see these results almost before the games had started in earnest, but Photik became very anxious. Makhan scrambled up immediately and attacked Photik, hitting him with blind rage.
By Rabindranath Tagore
The other boys were overjoyed to see these results almost before the games had started in earnest, but Photik became very anxious. Makhan scrambled up immediately and attacked Photik, hitting him with blind rage.
By Rabindranath Tagore
This morning, the sun is beaming from time to time, a wind is blowing swiftly, tamarisk and lychee trees are sashaying and rustling in a sway, a variety of birds are calling out in as many different ways to enliven the forest’s morning assembly. Sitting in this large, companion-less bright and open second-floor room, I am delighted to see a row of boats on the canal and, across it, a village flanked by trees on both sides.
By Abigail Licad
Added to the constant need to negotiate between perspectives in poems is the paradoxical use of English, the colonizer’s language, to enact verbal resistance against the colonizer’s deeds and legacies. Further, the effort to find precise correspondences between ideas and English words is limited by the use of a foreign language.
By Mosarrap H. Khan
While Okika is already setting up a strong argument for a battle with the emphasis on the word now, Okonkwo’s hasty decision to kill one of the messengers on the spot would appear unwarranted, howsoever he is aggrieved with the treatment at the hands of the messengers.
By Mosarrap Hossain Khan
I rewrote the ending of Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart (1958). Okonkwo’s suicide at the end of the novel has always haunted me as I could not accept a heroic figure like him submitting so tamely.