Caterina lay on the floor lifeless, eyes wide open, and Jane would have thought her dead if not for the slow breaths going in and out of...

Translation Acknowledgment I have translated this short story by Ashapurna Devi from Bangla to English while striving to retain the...

Translation Acknowledgment This is my sincere attempt at translating Sukumar Ray's Satpatra . I undertook this translation as part of my...

Becoming myself, Mental layers dissolve to show

When I write, I write long, winding passages with the resounding bang of a gong.

Filling the void with crystals; if it was you and me, we would glitter.

Carol in background, walking alone in winter night,

Gather me like water in your arms, I will cool you down

My bitterness has left me though your memories still visit from the sea.

Hair raising from seemingly nothing. Inferable it is that something is going on Around me, about me, somewhere across

They will try to take your tears and sell them as diamonds.

Every moment, I hear your voice in my ears. What is happening has already happened in the future.

You are a miracle, like the cooling water that you down, which too is a miracle.

Step 1: Breathe in your limitless power, Step 2: Mix your ∞ potential with intention.

You are made of the element of elements, The basis of basic = the most potent (it is)

The sky shifts under my fingertips; this is the law, as I am so I shall be,

Ananta, I am infinite, Changing with each moment,

Today and again and again Opening myself

Large frame and soft smiles, Soft but your keen eyes,

As fable-like as I may seem, I promise you, I am not a dream. I dreamt for a thousand years, And still, I dream As everyone else hopes for a