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From Kaurab

March 5, 2013
Ryukan

Dear Reader,

Kaurab ONLINE’s new issue (No. 38) was released this week. This issue showcases new work by a talented group of lush green poets like Angshuman, Rishi Sourak, Arnab Roy, Chhandam Mukhopadhyay, Srija Ghosh, Tanmay Goswami along with some of our regular contributors. Tapas Kiran Roy and Saubhik Dey Sarkar are maiden voyagers at Kaurab.

New series poetry comes from Kaurab editors Sabyasachi Sanyal and Subhro Bandopadhyay, while Umapada Kar and Abu Syed Obaidullah don our august pages.

Don’t forget to explore the Kolkata Bookfair, New Book and International Reading Series sections.

Please visit www.kaurab.com and click

on the cover of Issue 38.

Happy reading

Staff, Kaurab

Kaurab

Kaurab

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