Introductionby UMA CHAKRAVARTI AND SHAD NAVEDPosted in:Literature & Literary Studies, ArticlesThis selection of women’s writing does not claim to be exhaustive, but is an attempt to approach ‘women’s writing’ from a supra-national(ist), non-regionalist, and non-periphalist perspective of South Asia. We are not looking for national representatives here or even regionalist… Continue Reading
Fiction
Neipayasamby KAMALA DASPosted in:FictionA man returning home at night from a simple cremation, having thanked everyone: we could simply call him Achhan. Because, only three children in the city know his value. They call him Achha. Sitting in the bus among strangers, he… Continue Reading
The Nightby TEMSULA AOPosted in:FictionIt was a night she would remember all the days of her life. It was the night before the day when the fate of the baby in her womb would be decided. As though it also sensed the turmoil in… Continue Reading
Poetry
Poems from Ms Militancyby MEENA KANDASAMYPosted in:PoetrySHOULD YOU TAKE OFFENCE... You are the repressed Ram from whom I run away repeatedly. You are Indra busy causing bloodshed. You are Brahma fucking up my fates. You are Manu robbing me of my right to live and learn… Continue Reading
Poems: A Selectionby LATHAPosted in:Poetry1 The speeding mind overtakes past events and races past the vehicle. A journey of many years for me and for the road. The uniformed guide standing on the first step delves into the month of May and rambles on… Continue Reading
Poems: A Selectionby MONA ZOTEPosted in:PoetryWHAT POETRY MEANS TO ERNESTINA IN PERIL What should poetry mean to a woman in the hills as she sits one long sloping summer evening in Patria, Aizawl, her head crammed with contrary winds, pistolling the clever stars that seem… Continue Reading
A Trip to Delhiby RASHID JAHANPosted in:Fiction, Translation‘My sweet sister, do let me come in, too,’ said a voice from the verandah and, along with it, entered a girl wiping her hands with the edge of her kurta. Mallika-begum was the first amongst her friends to travel… Continue Reading
Sita Betrayedby QURRATULAIN HYDERPosted in:Fiction, TranslationThe rest house was on a rise, in the middle of a dense forest; below it, over a flat bed filled with purplish rocks, rushed the Kalini Ganga, filling the air with noise and spray. The birds returning to roost… Continue Reading
Some Other Man’s Homeby JEELANI BANOPosted in:Fiction, TranslationAll the houses look terribly alike – I’m afraid I might end up in some other man’s home. That fear kept haunting me as they took me away from the hospital. The doctors at the hospital had said I had… Continue Reading
Poems from four Walls and a Black veilby FAHMIDA RIAZPosted in:Poetry, TranslationTHE SOFT FRAGRANCE OF MY JASMINE The soft fragrance of my jasmine Floats on the breeze Plays with the hand of the wind, Is setting off in search of you. The soft fragrance of my jasmine Has curled around my… Continue Reading
Parveen Shakir: Twelve Poemsby PARVEEN SHAKIRPosted in:Poetry, TranslationA SIMPLE REQUEST Lord, I know the duty of a hostess, but please let it be that this year either rain clouds visit me or my loneliness. OBSTINATE Why should I be the first to phone? He knows too: last… Continue Reading
Excerpts from Abhiyatri: One life Many Riversby NIRUPAMA BARGOHAINPosted in:Fiction, TranslationChapter Fifteen The acclaim and the adoration was almost too much for the young woman, but on that memorable day something else happened that would stay with Chandraprabha forever. Acharya Prafulla Chandra Roy’s speech followed Chandraprabha’s, and she was spellbound,… Continue Reading
Excerpts from Sangatiby BAMAPosted in:Fiction, TranslationMy Paatti kept on going out to work until she was quite old. Although she lived on her own, she went out and gathered firewood, lit her own hearth, and cooked and ate her kanji. Her hot kuzhambu flavoured with… Continue Reading
Poems: A Selectionby KUTTI REVATHIPosted in:Poetry, TranslationANGELS WE ARE NOT I Trees stand upright, devoid of airs Birds roam aimlessly Clouds, one of their species, Are afloat without wings It is certain now that the time of rain’s begun Horses are deep in their practice run,… Continue Reading
Ellamma Is Distressedby GOGU SHYAMALAPosted in:Fiction, Translation“This year the grain harvest has been good. There are five bags more than in other years. This was possible only with the blessings of Eedamma,” Ellamma said as she gazed at the bags – nine rows of them –… Continue Reading
The Make-Up Boxby SHAHEEN AKHTARPosted in:Fiction, TranslationA never-ending funeral march Looping itself around the cluster of hijal trees, a hairthin line ran parallel to the riverbank, cutting across the ground. Inside it were a few derelict huts, an empty field, a few date palms and the… Continue Reading
Kumkum Is Doing Fineby ZAHEDA HINAPosted in:Fiction, TranslationMy darling Dadima, Namaskaar ! Today when after weeks I came back to Kabul, the post was waiting for me. Besides yours, I have received other letters from home: Mom’s, Brother’s, Uma Didi’s and Sushmita’s. But sweetest letter is yours,… Continue Reading
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