also author chose to write it in an unparallel ways as if Kaberi is laying out of her memories trying to associate her past and present life of Assam and Banglore. Jahnvai associates Kaberi's thoughts, her mood, her feelings that is to say her inner and outer world through swift changing seasons, her days in kaziranga, the wholeness she feels watching the Bhramaputra river and also, as minutely as selecting a seat in cafe.
I see her unlocking the gate of her house, wrapped in bougainvilleas pink and white contrasting my neon plastic raincoat.
I made an effort to stand up,
gather strength
and slammed the door
thinking it will open.
I sat for a while,
until I realised my body
being metamorphosed
and not my mind,
I used my teeth opened the door
my sister screamed watching me,
wait,
I think a random animal
in the room.
I want to just barge in her house,
ask her, where is she?
I felt like Theodore Twombly,
falling in love with Samantha.
the longing overpowered the shyness,
I was there at her house
with a banyan tree,
a ringing bell, one of the old age times,
The last wall, the one with the door.
I will keep it as a grey,
the symbol my journey of existence
with the poster of my favourite bands
and Van Gogh telling me
death is not what an artist is afraid of.
The documentary begins with the music of dholaks, shanks and sounds of Kali Pujo in Dhaka and in the next scene it moves to the moshpits intertwining both of them is metaphorical sense. We see Roy making relation with both the worlds, the cultures might be different, but is coherent in its absolute sense
When I look at the picture she captures
and in that frame I see her,
her assurance of her being there,
staying by my side
telling me to be at the moment.
to feel the love
Monotony comes to my home at 6:00 pm,
giving me validation of 9 to 6 job
wearing an id card with formals and oiled hair.
Mr Nakata had this unique skill of talking to cats, and he does that very gracefully. He has no friends, two brothers who hardly comes to check on him, and he lives all by himself. Mr Nakata does not keep a watch with him and assumes the approximate time from the position of the sun. He dresses appropriately in his clothes wrinkle-free, his beard properly trimmed and groomed and I guess he looks like every next door old man who takes care of him.
In the hidden corners of the universe
I have built a new house
where I store peace
as the banks are bankrupt,
business collapsing,
the currency notes went out of order,
Jharokha 