To understand a person, is it enough to trace the geographical boundaries of their life? Perhaps not. Yet some places become so deeply woven into a person's experiences that understanding them requires a return to the land that shaped them-to its soil and dust, its rivers and breeze, its people and everyday lives, and the memories that time threatens to erase.For National Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam, Trishal in Mymensingh was one such place. The poet who would later burst onto the literary firmament...
