My spirit was being assailed relentlessly, and I could not exist in such a counterfeit world.
Life has not moved an inch for Calcutta from when the hard-headed empire-builder Warren Hastings took residence in 1772. And yet, a lot has changed.
A poem on how a visit to Bombay led a fictional couple to lose their way.
'You are a paradox, Kathmandu, entrapped by the naivete of your people and liberated by their tenacity.'
'She chose the balcony of the Bhowmicks' flat, and made a nice home of it at that.'
'Unadulterated joys no longer fill my day, nor do thoughts of pure delight.'
A poem on a broken family during Christmas time.