Translated from the Bengali by Boudhayan Mukherjee Knife Prestigious service with lucrative salary, Substantial pension after retirement, Costly car, luxurious house… furniture… Children well established in England-America,...
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Read MoreShortlisted for The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury Sinking in and out of shadow;the silhouette in the window.His eyes look like mine. He tilts his head, breathing steadyto match my heartbeat.I...
Read MoreShortlisted for The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury for Sania Dar At your door it’s a message; they peek first through the window and speak all the time in hope that you understand. Quiet, it’s...
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Read MoreThen, As I Kept Going is a Bengali story by Shahaduz Zaman, translated by Noora Shamsi Bahar. Read here. The story is told by Debjani Bhaduri ...
Read MoreWinner of The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury bird of my breath uncaged, warpingits feathered ribs around a petrol night. did I ever imagine an inhale? you note – things used to be simpler,...
Read MoreWe invited poetry submission with this prompt for our February Poetry Contest: We received more than 100 submissions, thanks everyone who submitted. We really enjoyed miriad interpretations of the artwork by Sumona Rahman...
Read MoreI’d secret names for the men I went out with. Animal names. No, it’s not offensive. It’s scientific. It’s ingenious and poetic too.Don’t humans share a common ape ancestor with chimpanzees? Don’t all men display certain animal...
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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❤️