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Why I Reread Akhtaruzzaman Elias Every Winter
On the novels I return to when the city turns cold, and what a second, third, fourth reading keeps giving back.
The Quiet Joy of Building Software Nobody Asked For
Notes on small, useless, beloved programs — and why the ones written for an audience of one age the best.
Rickshaw Bells and the Grammar of a Dhaka Morning
Every city has a syntax. Dhaka's begins before sunrise, in bells and engines and the slow opening of shutters.
Notes on a Year of Reading Only Translations
Twelve months without reading a word in its original language, and what the detour taught me about my own.
The Case for Keeping a Commonplace Book by Hand
Why I still copy passages into a paper notebook in an age that would happily do it for me, faster.
An Afternoon at the Shuttered Presses of Bangla Bazar
Walking past the old printing houses where, a hundred years ago, this neighbourhood set the first Bengali books.
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Bengali fiction, slow rereadings, translations, and the marginalia of a lifelong reader.
Tech
The craft of small software, written by hand for an audience of one — and why that matters.
City Life
Monsoon walks, rickshaw bells, and the ordinary grammar of a Dhaka that refuses to sit still.
