I should collect all the chits from these people so I can calculate the amount of pain in the world.
I try to bring in as much of the aroma of their language, their style into the translation to get a flavour of their work.
Imagine listening to the most powerful poets from languages as diverse as Konkani, Dogri and Telugu read out their poetry to you. They recite the
Rashbehari was mediocre in size, mediocre in looks, mediocre in knowledge and mediocre in intelligence. A truly mediocre character in other words. Sarasi, too, he
Bongshidhar was returning from the weekly market of Hajratpur. His both hands were loaded with goods purchased from the market. Usually, Bongshidhar didn’t need so
Sarasi didn’t have a particularly pretty face. A stub of a nose, an undulating forehead, small eyes. She had an extremely fair complexion but her
My rifle roared. Deuta hated shooting for the heck of it. That day I defied his teaching and killed the hunting eagle for my own
One Christmas day, someone brought two socks filled with gifts from Philip koka’s house. I found them by my pillow. In the morning, I saw
The day I ran after the Keteki, Deuta was not at home. But when I approached the big peepal tree I saw a rather dull-looking
The Chief Gaonkar had given Tilgo permission to use the land beneath the kajro tree on the other side of the river; but this land
Tilgo got up and went to the hearth where the cat was fast asleep on the little heap of ash. He picked it up, held
When Hindus die, the chief pallbearer circles the body seven times before setting it on fire. This is a secularization of that process of mourning
Their father could not afford to give a facelift to the house. Moreover, he could not muster enough enthusiasm to even attempt it. He must
This would have made no difference to Paul Robeson, when he chose to sing the song. He was comfortable with the work of Dvořák; he
Rameswar felt as if Dutta had slapped him. He was not ready for this betrayal. He felt his uniform ready to slip away from his
On 7 July 1912, Rabindranath Tagore met W.B. Yeats in London. The meeting sparked a friendship and collaboration that produced a great many literary classics,
