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Το εξοχικό όπου είχαν καλέσει την Ελίνα εκείνη την Κυριακή, ήταν σε μια παλιά πολυκατοικία, φάτσα στη θάλασσα. Ήταν απόγευμα,…
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Το εξοχικό όπου είχαν καλέσει την Ελίνα εκείνη την Κυριακή, ήταν σε μια παλιά πολυκατοικία, φάτσα στη θάλασσα. Ήταν απόγευμα,…
Translated from English to Tok Pisin by the author
Translated from English to Bangla by the author
Dear Bilal, As we arrive at our last issue of adda’s special collection, Translations: South and Southeast Asia, I feel…
False Teeth of Pudu Market Cockroach paper boat rusty pen knife These are the three things I found while…
Amma, Appa, Anbu The multi-storey building sat squat in one of the by-lanes of Cenotaph Road where Kotturpuram Bridge ended. I…
Unfinished It was a Sunday when I walked into Grandpa’s room, intending to give it a proper clear-out. As soon…
My Dream House I think I’ll build a house. Borrowing the plan from the weaver bird I’ll engage…
Hair Dye Just think of it, Had hair dye Not been available In the market, People would not have…
A Lifeless Sea As the waves crashed upon the shore, we discovered their corpses. Their eyes were wide open,…
The Bomb at the Rooftop Restaurant Free of routine worries sky-high on feathery softness snugly seated in cushioned comfort…
Can you recall your dreams? A long time back, I knew a girl who dreamt of turning into a bird.…
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…