In the Meadow & Other Flash Fiction Pieces— Rongili Biswas
FLASH FICTION BY RONGILI BISWAS In the Meadow The boy: In the meadow. Cannot take...
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Two Flash Fiction Pieces— Rongili Biswas
FLASH FICTION BY RONGILI BISWAS IN PRAISE OF AN ORNATE VASE He had my cousin’s name...
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The Decision— Maitreyi Pushpa
Translated from the Hindi by Debalina Roy Honored Maasahab, I bow down in...
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Monster— Chitra Mudgal
Translated from the Hindi by Rituparna Mukherjee He stared at his father with his eyes...
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Behind The Veil & Mbaa… — Sunetra Sadhu
Translated from the Bengali by Dr. Padmakali Kar Mbaa… If you traveled for some...
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The First Kadamba Of The War & Other Stories— Romel Rahman
The First Kadamba Of The War Translated from the Bengali by Bishnupriya Chowdhuri That year the...
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Spirituals— Tiziana Vigni
Self-translated from Italian by Tiziana Vigni In the dark fertile black belt of Greene County,...
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The Boy— Sandipan Chattopadhyay
Translated from the Bengali by Anujata Bhattacharya Oyi, don’t you have parents?No.Both...
Read MoreUnder the Old Banyan Tree, We Meet – Marzia Rahman
Leaning against the two motorcycles, we chat for hours. Just like the old days. The masks are a sad reminder though. That life is uncertain, and a strange virus looms nearby.This is where we usually meet—in front of Charan Das’s...
Read MoreThe Abandoned House – Marzia Rahman
Every house has chests. Secrets folded under the stacks of silks and starched cotton. Some houses evoke fairytales. Roses and marigolds swaying in the front yard, giggling child on a swing. Some, on the other hand, look as if...
Read MoreMalti – Marzia Rahman
My name is Malti. I was named after a flower, my grandmother told me, but she couldn’t tell my birthyear. She only remembered that it was the month of Sraban, the courtyard was filled with water, and our neighbor, Lala Miah’s...
Read MoreMasks and Balloons – Marzia Rahman
Photograph – Aritra Sanyal Back then, Baba sold balloons; Ma worked as a cook in two houses. And one roadside rice stall where she peeled loads of onions and cried a lot.I used to go with Baba, making rounds in the...
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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❤️