It’s big and branching,it must be a hundredyears old. Or my heartis a wine barrel.I’ve had......

Through centuries, nature has always been a source of inspiration and contemplation for visual artists. Simple......

Water Museum You stockpile umbrellas and radiators, a heap of mad grins reminding you...

that I know of. I’ve watcheda squirrel eat a groundnut from shell to nut, three pigeons......

Bending over clouds We are dunked, face first Into the broken arteries of Kolkata...

The mango tree which I rearedis lost today   somewherein the jungle of my wishes. I used......

Memory Icicles hang like fingers and knives from the coniferous trees...

Leaves have fallen and lie buriedlike chocolate flakes in a cup of milk,like dead meat in......

What I’ll miss most about home as I leave Kolkata this spring: A pair...

The kitchen tries to say something today— yellow-thick moong dal canopying a heap of plain basmatiresembles......