Farid Shaheb earned a fair bit at the office today. These days, because of the Anti Corruption Commission and newspaper journalists’ incessant pestering, he can no longer directly take the money offered to him.
Imagine it’s raining cats and dogs The hilly river has let the hair loose
This is an excerpt from Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay's short story "Abhishapta", translated by Dipty Rahman
Protecting translation is a commitment to fostering empathy, understanding, and creativity in a globalised yet divided world.
When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
Healthy water-bodies are sunk by envy-blind waste’s outburst
Irrespective of the ambivalence that marks Metaphysical poetry of the 17th century, Selim marvels us with his choice of words and precision of utterance.
After the previous tenant vacated the house, Khan E Alam decided not to accommodate any younger residents.
I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully
Farid Shaheb earned a fair bit at the office today. These days, because of the Anti Corruption Commission and newspaper journalists’ incessant pestering, he can no longer directly take the money offered to him.
Imagine it’s raining cats and dogs The hilly river has let the hair loose
This is an excerpt from Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay's short story "Abhishapta", translated by Dipty Rahman
Protecting translation is a commitment to fostering empathy, understanding, and creativity in a globalised yet divided world.
When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
Healthy water-bodies are sunk by envy-blind waste’s outburst
Irrespective of the ambivalence that marks Metaphysical poetry of the 17th century, Selim marvels us with his choice of words and precision of utterance.
After the previous tenant vacated the house, Khan E Alam decided not to accommodate any younger residents.
I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully
You called me close in the moments of grace/ Veiling my delicate senses
