Issue 3

  Dear Pauline, In the parlour of literary translation, the phrase ‘lost in translation’ is like a curio that has…

A Country Turning into a Golden Cow There used to be an animal in the Golden Country, the female of…

For a Daughter, a Kalpavrksha, the Ever-Giving Tree          When Mohana-bai sang this ghazal the first time, I was totally…

Dutch beverage–Fizzy drinks in the Twenty-Fourth Year of the Republic   The Sweet Taste of the Twenty-Fourth Year of the…

Not A Machine   It is always like this. The moment the man stands on the podium to present the…

What Living Means ... Something snapped inside me when I saw my older brother after five years. He was totally…

Emblem Four free lions lean against each other’s backs horses oxen on the wheel— of my country’s emblem. One lion…

PASSAGE TO MABRUR (1) There are various trials before one is able to obtain mabrur (the accepted haj) throughout the…

Two Capital Cities When fireworks rain down from the sky, elephants walk in procession with majestic gait, a long strand…

Baji Shahnaz Really, sometimes I think fathers are remarkable beings. Under the harsh sun of their lives, they wither away…