The Antonym organized a three-day translation workshop during 7-9th January,2022 which was attended by mainly translators of Bengali fiction. The three-day online workshop dealt with following topics:Day 1:1. Philosophy and...
Read MoreWe, at The Antonym, are delighted to announce the results of the flash fiction contest that was arranged last December. A photograph by Aritra Sanyal was provided as a prompt for the contest. Entries were strictly limited to 350...
Read MoreWinning story, The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Soon it would be dawn. He’d wandered the maze of alleys all night, then, and now he was alone, no one else out except a cat yowling, another. Why had she left him?...
Read MoreThe Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Finalist And the days smell like copper. And the nights like Star cigarettes and cheap sentiments. And the whistles come from tea stalls, roadside cafés, a young man, riding a...
Read MoreThe Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Finalist As I ran down the street, everything blurred into greens and reds. It was the holiday season in Kathmandu, and the hostels put up lights to entertain the tourists. The tears in...
Read MoreThe Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Finalist The monk walked down the dark, deserted lane, after saying the last prayers for a departed soul. The old man’s wrinkled fingers had been like claws, holding on to the monk’s...
Read MoreThe Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Finalist Years had passed since he had seen the shores of his home, but in his anticipation, the sailor could already smell the familiar Fall air, could already feel the strong...
Read MoreGianni Celati was born in Sondrio, Italy, in 1937. The novels Le Avventure di Guizzardi (1973), La Banda dei Sospiri (1976) and Lunario del Paradiso (1978) established Celati as an author of the neo-avant-garde group, along with...
Read MoreWe are given in to the roughness of the seas,made to catch its erratic blue between our irisestaught of winds but not of sailsand never the ship. Shipbuilding isn’t a skill we learn since birth.That is discovery. The...
Read MoreAdapted from a Mizo folklore A long time ago, in the village of Dungtlang, there lived a beautiful young damsel, by the name of Lianchhiari. She was the daughter of the village chief. Lianchhiari was deeply in love with...
Read MoreThere is something they don’t tell you about grief. If you give it enough time, it turns into magic—a vanishing act. Suddenly, your appetite is gone, your appointments get canceled, you start missing hours, losing sleep, your...
Read MoreBranches dripping with Red guelder-rose berries.What are they for? More bitter thanMountain ash, to beCrushed with sugar And frozen for the fluSeason, only afterThe first frost has passed. Later, in midsummer,Black...
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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❤️