i stand before a lovely lawn of a beautiful home for an hour and embrace its early morning warmth. patients old young rich poor make waves like the Jalangi of my village. sky is heavy with great expectations– a child is born, an elderly touches the sky of heaven–some berate breasts, some steely pass carrying dying limbs, others adjust looks in rear glasses. Paid polished men and elegant ladies wear coded uniform and like domesticated dogs they bark and stir tails as codes dictate. guards abuse the poor and spread red carpet for the moneyed. the counters full of coins,
Tag: Daily life
Twice a month I go to Hariahati and drink haria Among the drunkards, peasants and labourers all, Two pigs skinned and men have their heyday! Round some fat women, haunch men nine or ten, The fire fall on rugged cheeks, eyes shine bright, And they drink and brawl, howl and growl. The mango grove screened four sides by Swaying paddy fields stretched miles upon miles, And yonder on a huge treetop fifty white herons bask. No tin shade, no tarpaulin over heads And when the rains fall, they drench open, And mad eyes glue to the
A gifted versetile writer who writes excellent stories and poems on the invisibles, pariahs, margins, aged, weaklings of our society. A rising star on the literary firmament.
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"A finely honed observational piece recording the minutiae of everyday life. Rendered with the author’s customary poetic aplomb suffused with a Borges like quality of the mythic."