My lover’s hand is a traveller Mapping my body’s coordinates The very angle where earth, space and heat Become water. ** A traveller’s hand is a child An innocent grasping for new things Stories, [...]
1. If you were leaving Bangladesh through the Benapole Land Port in western Bangladesh, murals of two national poets—Rabindranath Thagore and Kazi Nazrul Islam—will bid you farewell as you enter a short in-between area, [...]
1. The day after we arrive, in a gallery inside the Drik office on the 7th floor of Union Heights, Panthapath, Bangladesh’s 1971 Liberation War is on display. They are poignant prints from hundreds [...]
1. We are almost at the desk when an immigration police officer ushers us out of the queue towards another desk behind the arrivals hall; a Ugandan man, his wife, two sons, myself and [...]