Creative Non-fiction

I have to start this piece with an event I want to forget the most. Whenever I discuss or write…

Did you know that when a little girl loses her mother, all she wants to do is live with her…

Winter this year has been a rainy one. However, not on this Wednesday which is dull and smoggy as winter…

Resistance and Power

Today makes it one year; one year since we went out, raised our painted signs, waved our flags, believing with…

Dear Bilal, As we arrive at our last issue of adda’s special collection, Translations: South and Southeast Asia, I feel…

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

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

Dear Bilal, A thought that recurred to me as I read through the works featured in our second issue is…

An Excerpt from a War Diary from the 1971 Bangladesh Liberation War

Translated from Bangla to English by Rafee Shaams  Translator's note Mozid Mahmud’s essay is a reminder of a tendency in Bengali literature to…

Translated from Chinese by Natascha Bruce 

I am 45 minutes into the film. Just as one of the protagonists swings a stick and bashes a skull…

Home is, I suppose, just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place…

The whirr of wings turns a bunch of eyes towards the sky in hope and prayer. As paratroopers throw down…