It was the third time I’d met him, but it felt like the first.  I’d gone twice before to Saud’s to find  him, but both times I was so tired from running around all day that I fell asleep before he got back.  The next day I waited around, but when he still wasn’t up […]

Translator’s Note Saer’s “Glosa” — to be published this fall by Open Letter as “The Sixty-Five Years of Washington” — was first published in 1985, in the middle of what would become a thirty-year exile in France. It recalls an Argentina of twenty-five years previous, before guerrilla terrorism and millitary repression overwhelmed the country. But […]

This is night where lovers, gods and travelers walk without a lantern. A luminescence separates the clear ground from the tree trunks, the trunks from their leaves, the leaves from the sky. The foreground of the forest is shadowed, but over there, beyond the trees, the land curves in an arc like a horizon, and […]

So. Tuesday, again. Ajay had tried hard to wake up at five, thinking (how optimistic was this?) that he’d go for a run. But when the phone alarm, an annoying tinny version of Für Elise, went off, he’d hit the snooze button. Now, at exactly ten to six, the phone rang again. His right knee […]

Neelakantan had taken 41 days off from his beloved. Just a vow. It was when their affair had crossed the 90-day mark that he had felt the need for a break. The romance that was born one night when they rammed into each other trying to take the same auto rickshaw, had become a success […]

1. Playboy A Playboy was hidden behind her jaw, rolled and bent like she had stashed it there in a hurry. Black and white alarm clocks were pasted over the women’s breasts and the words ‘!wUt aLarming bOobeez!’ were scrawled across the stomachs. It was hard to tell if she had done this herself or […]

An Excerpt from “The Tale of the Missing Man” The doctor looked at him with interest. Gold teeth littered his mouth. The doctor had just finished repeating the same barrage of tests he’d done on a number of prior visits—ones not only this doctor had put him through, but also several others. They had a […]

झूलता स्वप्न आकाश से उतरा एक झूला कमरे की छत पर उसमें एक हरा तोता एक कव्वा पुष्प पारिजात के भीतर से मैंने कहा ‘ये मेरे झूला झूलने की उम्र नहीं’ बाहर से किसी ने कहा ‘मगर प्यास का क्या करें’ मैं लोटा भर शीतल जल छत पर लाया उठने लगा तब तक झूला ऊपर […]

Dozens of photographs of me in various poses are stuffed in albums, or framed and hanging in my own or friends’ rooms, and there used to be a time – that is, two to three years ago – when it was possible to recognize me in those pictures. But I myself have erred several times […]

पहले धार्मिक सांप्रदायिक चरित्र-आख्यानों और बाद में उपनिवेशकालीन इतिहासकारों ने मीरा की, जो संत-भक्त और रहस्यवादी कवयित्री छवि निर्मित की, उससे उसकी कविता का सही मूल्यांकन नहीं हो पाया। मीरा पारंपरिक अर्थ में संत-भक्त नहीं थी, उसने राजसत्ता और पितृसत्ता के विरुद्ध अपने विद्रोह को भक्ति के आवरण में व्यक्त किया, जिसके पर्याप्त साक्ष्य उसकी […]