Author: Commonwealth Writers

  ආකාස කඩේ බෝම්බය   ලෝ යදමින් නිදහස් වී අහස උසින් පිහාටුවක සැප සිටුවර පුටුව තබා තොළ ගානා විට මධුවිත…

The Bomb at the Rooftop Restaurant   Free of routine worries sky-high on feathery softness snugly seated in cushioned comfort…

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  -- श्याम दरिहरे सोचियौ त’ एकबेर भाइ बजारमे जँ नहि रहितए हेयर डाइ लोक जँ आइ केश नइ रंगितए…

ଘରଟେ ବନେଇବି   ଭାବୁଛି, ଘରଟେ ବନେଇବି,   ବାୟା ଚଢେଇଠୁ ଆଣିବି ଘରର ନକ୍ସା   ଟିକେ ଚଢାଦର ଦେଇ ଦେଲେ ମିସ୍ତ୍ରୀ କାମ ପାଇଁ…

  बहुत पहले मैं एक लड़की को जानता था जो चिड़िया हो जाने का सपना देखा करती थी। हम अकसर…

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

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