Day One Location: Lanka Lanka is burning behind me. An entire empire made up of gold is now turning into ashes and a ghost. I try to calm myself, sink deeper into the leather seat...
Only Preeti and Sachi had no fears. They sat at the edge of the gorge, the one that divided their neighbourhood from Chundevi, and dangled their feet into its abyss as though nothing could frighten them this morning – not the dark trees below their toes, nor the darker flowers.
Metal does not come in circles or spheres; they have to be shaped carefully with a hammer or on a steady shaping tool for bigger pieces. The chair’s design was simple, and I began to describe the cuts, bends, the grinding and the welding that had gone into the chair. A friend was amused that a rusty old chair in the middle of nowhere had meant something to me.
Jebin Gautam’s ‘The Last Morning Rendezvous’, a story of a woman navigating a specious relationship, won first place in the fourth edition of Writing Nepal: A Short Story Contest.
Devkota’s Shākuntal is far from being a simple translation or even an adaptation. It is, to use the words of P. Lal, a ‘transcreation’. Reading Devkota’s Shākuntal gives the sense of a sustained dialogue between two Māhakāvis of two distinct, but related, cultural and poetic traditions.