Today is the birthday of Bangladeshi author Humayun Ahmed. I was first introduced to Mr. Ahmed's work by my friend Jitu who was reading one of the Himu novels.
Himu, my friend explained, is a young man who wanders around wearing a yellow panjabi with no pockets and reading poetry under the tree. My impression was that he is something of a Holden Caufield type character.
I have yet to find Humayun Ahmed novels translated into English, and I'm afraid they're far beyond my elementary Bangla skills. This, I believe, is unfortunate. There is a wealth of Bangla literature out there that is not able to be be enjoyed by Bideshis worldwide.
Happy birthday, Humayun Ahmed. Many happy returns, and let's hope that soon you will be better known across the world.