(i)a silent lizardflicks its tail,patient companionas I sit staring at the fanwhirring above the hospital bed.......

Madam Minister An Ant on a Bedspread Her Price Was Etched You Have My Permission Madam......

Caption: Borshamongol with Robigeetika and Mastermoshai; Bhaswati in green sari in the front; Mastermoshai right behind......

Beloved, when you have let me walk barefoot In this dew garden...

I make us some blue tea/ ask you to sit with me/ we talk about morning......

Another Day Has Passed The smoky breath settles on the windowsonce again, a city loses itself;captive......

Temsula Ao was a friend, a warm human being blessed with a great sense of humour......

The smell of phenol floats in the morning fog At the entrance, I slip my feet...

We say thank youTo the lovers that came with exit plansThis cruelty is also a kindness......

WHY TELL STORIES? The seeds for this translation project were sown from chance epiphanies that jolted......