From ‘Shardulshundori�: Sirsho Bandyopadhyay
Singapore, 1920: Curtain Call Priyanath was slowly sinking into the quicksand. The deep yellow mass of sand had the tight consistency of mud. The dense, impenetrable, yellow sludge closed in on him, entering his nostrils, his mouth. Priyanath was choking. Suddenly the deep yellow began to change colour in some places to orange. An unusual […]
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