The old city rises out of the mist on the Buriganga River on a cold wintry morning. Slowly, it gropes...
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His dreams were still nascent. Titi told Mama that he wanted to be a zoologist. He elicited quiet fulfilment from...
‘Boy you are late, I told you to be here at dawn.’ The boy rubbed his eyes and said in...
....... What is a project that you have been working on in recent months? PEN Myanmar always strives to find a balance...
Now we’re walking on this empty street and you tell me how we’re very much the same, how much our...
‘I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the wheels of time to a stop.’ Judy whispered to...
The boy, no more than four, rose when the rooster crowed. If he did not wake up immediately, his younger...
When the doctor looked at his latest report and told him he had about six months to live, Akaash Didwania...
Nepali short story has achieved its present state of development in shorter time than other genres. This area of literature...
Mrs. Prakash opened her eyes and began to sit up in bed, picturing her aging joints as rusty bolts creaking...
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