तृतीय पुरुषी आवाज : १
एखाद्या लिखाणात, कथेत नायक असलाच पाहिजे आणि मग त्याला नावगाव, पद-पगार वगैरे असलंच पाहिजे हे खरं आहे एका अर्थाने आणि प्रस्तुत लिखाणातील नायकाला नावगाव ,…
‘When did we have breakfast?’ ‘Just half an hour ago Amma. You had three idlis with chutney and a small piece of bonda.’ She closed her eyes and ran her…
The discussion was taking place on criticism and poetry. Yet, don’t know what got into Yashrāj’s head that he shrieked and began thumping his fists on the table. He said,…
माझं जगणं हे मृत्य समान होणं आणि मी जिवंतपणे मरणकळा सोसणं हेच माझं प्राक्तन आहे आणि त्याला सामोरं जाणं हेच माझं कर्तव्य- या बाष्कळ कल्पना वैफल्यग्रस्त मनाचे तांबूस स्वप्न आहे.…
As she spread it over Dharala’s breast, heaving and restless, each fold of the meshed fibre courted a brisk movement of Fatima’s limbs. For maximum catch. The cast net yielded…
It was a long time ago: 1975 – July 1975, to be precise. At the end of summer, a sweltering hot time, especially as middle-class Indians like my family at…
अरूप आता मोठा झाला होता. मोठा म्हणजे वयाने मोठा. थिसीस पूर्ण करून, डॉक्टरेट पदरात पाडून, दरम्यानच्या काळात एक-दोन लहान-मोठ्या विद्यापीठांमधे छोट्या-मोठ्या तात्पुरत्या नोकर्‍या करून, चेहर्‍यावर थोडासा प्रौढपणा घेऊन तो उत्तरेकडे…
I had woken up quite early, and to do so in winter is rather strange. But to be fair, it was only the beginning of October. The cold hadn’t quite…
The bus wheel comes unstuck at Belgaum, close to the inter-state bus depot. As it teeters to an unsteady halt, the driver gets down from his small cabin to examine…
त्या लाल भुताचा विचार जेव्हा डोक्यात पिंगा घालतो, तेव्हा मी जे केले ते बरोबर की चूक हे आजही मला ठरवता येत नाही. ह्याला सुरुवात अशी झाली की मी आमच्या बगिच्यात…
There is a photo of Premchand in front of me, one where he is being photographed with his wife. He is wearing a cap of some coarse cloth, a kurta,…
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There was a young camellia tree besides a road in the mountains. Risuke, the cowherd, tethered his cow to it. Kaizo, the rickshaw puller, also kept his jinrickshaw*1 at…