Books are only a part of what Boi Mela has always been about.
Whenever I relax on a pleasant late winter, early Spring afternoon indulging in nostalgia, memories of the Boi Mela of long time ago, 1990-91 to be specific, come flooding back.
It was an age before the internet took over, life was still languorous, evenings were spent over countless cups of tea, listening to blues and rock, trying to fathom the immaculate psychedelia of Jim Morrison and The Doors and, reciting fiery lines from Rafiq Azad’s poems.
Feroze, T. (2017, February 19). When Jim Morrison was at the Boi Mela. Retrieved from www.dhakatribune.com