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Wyrd Words: Personal Reflections On The Art Of Horror (Part IV)— Grandfather Hu
BODY HORROR (UNCOMFORTABLE IN OUR OWN SKINS) Image Used for Representation Translation comes naturally to us. You’re doing it right now. No, I’m not talking about that wondrous act of reading,…...
The Downtown— Prasanta Kr. Das
TRANSLATED FROM THE ASSAMESE BY HARSITA HIYA Image Used for Representation In the beginning God created the heavens and then the earth and Downtown Genesis 1:1 It was as tall as a high-rise…...
In the Meadow & Other Flash Fiction Pieces— Rongili Biswas
FLASH FICTION BY RONGILI BISWAS Image Used for Representation In the Meadow The boy: In the meadow. Cannot take his eyes off the crow. Someone told him the crow could…...
Two Flash Fiction Pieces— Rongili Biswas
FLASH FICTION BY RONGILI BISWAS Image Used for Representation IN PRAISE OF AN ORNATE VASE He had my cousin’s name but looked very different. To be honest, I no…...
Two Faces— Sarah Thomas
TRANSLATED FROM THE MALAYALAM BY K. M. AJIR KUTTY Labourers engaged by Ganesan Chettiyar are sweeping and sprucing up the ‘Summer Cottage’ which had been lying locked until then. Kuppamma, who was feeding buffaloes with straw…...
The Second Taj Mahal— Nasera Sharma
TRANSLATED FROM THE HINDI BY AYUSHEE ARORA Image Used for Representation Naina, sitting inside the airplane, was trembling nervously, and felt as disappointed and hopeless as a soaring bird that had suddenly been…...
Forgetting is Not Really a Decision— Jaishree Roy
TRANSLATED FROM THE HINDI BY RITUPARNA MUKHERJEE Anay had left, it was the first thing that struck Raka’s mind as she opened her eyes in the morning. Her hands and feet turned cold. She disregarded…...
All Alone at this Station— Shihabuddin Poythumkadavu
TRANSLATED FROM THE MALAYALAM BY K.M. AJIR KUTTY Image Used For Representation There was a railway station somewhere. The station existed as though it was on an alien planet, emitting the desolateness…...
Sheep— Dr. Indira Dangi
TRANSLATED FROM THE HINDI BY RITUPARNA MUKHERJEE Anita leaves her sheep to graze on reaching the Balmi Hill and sits next to a large rock amidst the mound of rocks. There was a hail…...
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❤️