Feelings from the past haunt the story from inside, sometimes articulated or implicitly revealed, but often not, expressed rather as contradictions, gaps and intensities in physical presence.
I am in the staff room. In my school. It’s a cold convent full of stones. There’s no window here. I have failed. On my math test. I need one more mark. To pass overall. I am crying. I am pleading. The Sister laughs. She walks...
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
Excellent rendering.
Simply beautiful 😍