आज़ादी विशेषांक / Freedom Special

अंक 13 / Issue 13

कथा / Fiction

फास्ट बॉलर: गीत चतुर्वेदी

कथा / Fiction

Hindi story by Geet Chaturvedi.

गीत चतुर्वेदी की हिंदी कहानी.



The Battle of Manekgadh: Pravinsinh Chavda

कथा / Fiction

प्रवीणसिंह चावड़ा की गुजराती कहानी मीरा देसी कृत अंग्रेजी अनुवाद में.

Pravinsinh Chavda’s Gujarati story, in English translation by Mira Desai.



The Good Boy: Preeta Samarasan

कथा / Fiction

प्रीता समरासन की अंग्रेजी कहानी.

A story in English by Preeta Samarasan.



The Wait: Srutimala Duara

कथा / Fiction

People continued to crowd into the large drawing room. More chairs had to be brought in to accommodate the continuous flow of visitors. Most of them had come more out of sheer curiosity than real concern. Antara sat in silence deliberately hiding her eyes from the probing stares. No one dared to question her today. […]



The Day That Came To Us: Nitasha Kaul

कथा / Fiction

निताशा कॉल की अंग्रेजी कहानी.

A story, in English, by Nitasha Kaul.



छुपी हुई आग: मंजुला पद्मनाभन

कथा / Fiction

“Hidden Fires” – A monologue by Manjula Padmanabhan, in Hindi translation by Premchand Gandhi and in the original English.

मंजुला पद्मनाभन कृत मोनोलोग, मूल अंग्रेजी एवं प्रेमचंद गाँधी के हिंदी अनुवाद में.



Khauf: Gulzar

कथा / Fiction

गुलज़ार की कहानी, मूल हिन्दुस्तानी में एवं सुकृता पाल कुमार कृत अंग्रेजी अनुवाद में.

A story by Gulzar in the original Hindustani and in Sukrita Paul Kumar’s English translation.



Dearest K.P.: Annie Zaidi

कथा / Fiction

एनी ज़ैदी कृत अंग्रेजी फिक्शन.

English fiction, by Annie Zaidi.



Other Skies: Sara Rai

कथा / Fiction

One day my friend Badri came over to my place. We’d been at school together and I hadn’t seen him for a long time. He looked rather shabby, his hair gone grey. His white shirt was muddy and there was a thick layer of dust on his shoes – God knew where he’d been. I […]



The Reckoning: Mitra Phukan

कथा / Fiction

The letter, awaited with such anxiety, reached them at last. Okon found the plain white envelope just inside the front door, lying innocently on the polished wooden floor as though it was an everyday missive, an invitation to a flower-show, perhaps, or a letter from a friend in the city. The night-chowkidars were questioned. They […]