By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari You look like that village On whose sky no sun rises, Only scarecrow clouds gather, Even the moon hides It’s burned face, Trees naked like old pros- No flower blossoms anywhere, In the advent…
By: Binoy Mazumdar Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Like walking With an invaluable jewel near A tension makes me pained always, I hear different flowers are there, But bathing in ocean of a person Having cuts, fear shadows my mind, Thinking where…
The loss of someone dear does not mean that you’ve lost everything. There might be something hidden in the past. The present problems in the family must an outcome of the issues in the past. Here is a novel “A…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito The China Cottage was not a cottage. It was a restaurant on the one lane highway nobody really patronized save for the odd travelling soul. Moon was not the moon as in the one that sits in…
Jhumpa Lahiri is back with the next fictional work. Her new novel ‘The Lowland’ is set for launch in September and is getting pre-orders on popular online book stores such as Flipkart.com and Homeshop18.com, etc. The Lowland sets the tragic…
By: Kousik Adhikari Imagine that you are the last speaker of your language! Every other person who ever spoke your language has passed away. You have no one to talk in your own mother tongue; your children never learned your language and…
By: Sai Diwan PART ONE Curtain. The colonizer has bowed out, and India remains the last man standing. The spectators gather their coats, and cheer their appreciation of the long struggle for independence one last time. And yet, Indian remains…
By Jennifer Hutchison Nancy lowered her head over the toilet bowl, forced herself to throw up again. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom much longer. Bubble Guppies would soon be over. The rest of the cookies, chips, crackers, and granola…
MAN AND LAWS OF THE LAND By: Gaither Stewart Antigone’s travail begins when she learns she was born of the incestuous union of Oedipus, the former king of Thebes, and his own mother, Jocasta. After the blindness of her father-brother, Antigone…
By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so easily away as if they were constructed by…