Translated from the Gujarati by Mustansir Dalvi My dearest Manilal, do you remember?I was buying potatoes in Natalwhen all at onceyou barged into the shop?That was the first time we met. After that,you kept on findingnewer and...
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Personally , I am an admirer of the Translator 😍. I usually go through her writings . This is also…
Personally I am an admirer of the Translator, I usually prefer to go through her writings . She is an…
Such a simple yet powerful expression of the wrongdoings that occurs in domestic sectors. Absolutely loved the story.
Can you please cite the original poem ? Where to find it in Bangla?
Such a wonderful work ma'am ❤️ I loved it
Just a wonderful work Ma'am....I loved it❤️