TRANSLATIONS: ARUNAVA SINHA

Arunava

The Gift of Death: Nabarun Bhattacharya

Some people’s lives are so dreary that in the process of putting up with the tedium…
The Air and the Water: Amar Mitra

~ 1 ~ Talapatra-babu’s home may not have been in Pasandpur, but fourteen months of living…
The Love Letter: Buddhadeva Bose

~ 1 ~ Walking though the drizzle in a raincoat, he kept stopping every now and…
The Right to Information, or, April 7: Anita Agnihotri

When it was time to return home from the office, the hotbox for lunch and the…
Sabotage: by Anita Agnihotri

When he returned home Shibaji went directly to the dining space. Turning the tap on at…
Nawab Sahib: by Banaphool

I saw Nawab Sahib thrice. Once, in person; and twice, in my head. Even the face-to-face…
The Artist Returns: by Sunil Gangopadhyay

The artist returns, but is this any way to go back? Treading the river bank, where…
Dozakhnama: by Rabisankar Bal

~ 1 ~ My life has often been assailed by events that cannot be explained. I…
Babar’s Prayer: Sankha Ghosh

Here I kneel towards the west now Spring has arrived empty-handed today Destroy me if your…
Camellia: Rabindranath Tagore

Kamala was her name I saw it on the cover of her book She was on…