Here, translation unlocks stories from languages afar, people unknown yet familiar in voices that stun you and resonate with you. Here is your book of world stories
The Scaly People – Modhura Banerjee
The Scaly People - A Graphic Fiction on the plights of migrant workers during Indian lockdown...
Pause – Deb Bandyopadhyay
I cracked, I shatteredan warm slice of litterpinched trough the cavernsrested time in a jaryes, I heard it fracture Lights from distant towerpierce like a wavy painrhythmic vicissitudesmillion senses of puncturesolitude in a chain Frozen light curved the needlesfrozen…...
Pendulum – Jayanta Dey
The shopkeeper shut his open eye this time. I knew he was watching me through the magnifier lens attached to his eyepiece. I felt quite uncomfortable, like I was a damaged clock. He was unscrewing all the nuts and bolts of my body, turning them over and over. Behind the eyepiece, his eye narrowed. It...
Three Stories – Lynne Knight
She took to riding one bus after another. Often she was surprised when someone offered her a seat, and then she remembered: she was an old woman. She had methods of looking at herself in the mirror that kept her from being too aware of this...
Bad Times for Mir Azim – Selina Hossain
A feeling of outrage was growing inside. It was getting bigger and bigger till it clamped his entire chest. It was a terrible pain. This pain hid among his personal matters only to come out and claw him time and again...
Dead Zones -Mia Lecomte
The sky-blue stuffed cockerel
crows at your every awakening...
Vision – Anisuzzaman
What remains of your eyes after 25 years of clerkship? Poor eye sight has been a constant companion since seventh grade when eyeglasses became a part of his existence...
The River Naf – Sebanti Ghosh
Condensed muddy water on the path, or brick colored and jelly like dense gatherings of ants on grasses would create chaos if somehow touching even a finger! Leeches were not around in the salty weather. How about snakes!...
Dwelling – Mia Lecomte
Whereas the silence that eliminated objects leave behind, the cool air of the silent place they have ceased to occupy, is the most relaxing thing one can savor in this world. Cool, silent. Emptiness...
Very insightful interview taken by Owshnik Ghosh of my work and reflections. Thank uou Owshnik.
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Nicely done
Beautiful 😊😊👌🏽
Loved the way Debraj links it a full circle, though they're 3 characters from different novels. Kudos!!
Excellent translation doing full justice to the essence of the original poems