I wait for her 1. I wait for her inside a dark Monday afternoon inside a dark Monday afternoon’s myth by a big round space a window overlooking billboards and a museum I know people eat strawberries make friends and money.. In...
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Read MoreTranslated from the Bengali by Mahasweta Ray “You thought I would never find you again?” asked Yashwant Sinha. I did but I could not say the same straight on his face, so I stared in the distance for a few seconds. The path had...
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When a Pulitzer Prize winner publishes her second book, which was ten years in the making, it is...
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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❤️