Translated from the Assamese by Anindita Kar In the beginning, was the music, and the music was...
Blindness – Prasanta Kumar Das
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Translated from the Assamese by Anindita Kar In the beginning, was the music, and the music was...
My name is Malti. I was named after a flower, my grandmother told me, but she couldn’t tell my...
The children of the alley made clay dolls. They sat by a rubbish pile and dressed them all. Dolled...
Walk in, drink up, walk out, repeat. The chit chat and shit chat get more frenzied with each stop...
Krush said the meteors would streak the Tennessee sky after midnight. He would swing by his place,...
“The music hall, not poetry, is a criticism of life.”-James A. A. Joyce for Daan Yes, Thomas...
Translated from the original Bengali by Dipen Bhattacharya and Lisa Conyers. The sun was setting;...
Translated from the Arabic by Adam Lebzo. Twenty hours passed before Adam decided to wake up. He’d...
A bell announced her arrival at the diner during the first hour of my shift. When she entered, she...
Translated from the Assamese by Ranjita Biswas. “Haraprasad, give me a packet of cigarette”Once a...