Sunil Gangopadhyay

The End of Exile: Sunil Gangopadhyay

Take my hand, Jamuna, we’re going to heaven Come, lock your mouth, your eyes, your body,…
What I Wanted, What I Won’t Get: Sunil Gangopadhyay

– What do you want from me? – I didn’t ask for anything, did I? –…
This winter: Sunil Gangopadhyay

I have promised, I must visit once The other side of lost this winter Where the…
Got The Blues: By Sunil Gangopadhyay

Got the blues Got the blues Got the blues No one knows It’s a secret Not…
Age: Sunil Gangopadhyay

So I’m growing older? I ask myself, laughing, Several times in the bathroom before my shower…
The Artist Returns: by Sunil Gangopadhyay

The artist returns, but is this any way to go back? Treading the river bank, where…
For Neera, Suddenly: Sunil Gangopadhyay

Three minutes at the bus-stop, yet for hours in my dream last night I saw you…
The Cuckoo and the Lorry Driver: by Sunil Gangopadhyay

I looked around furtively. Had anyone seen me? Many people had, obviously, but no one I…
Wonderworld: by Sunil Gangopadhyay

Subal had few expectations, and, therefore, few regrets. But actually he looked quite pleased these days.…
Post Mortem: by Sunil Gangopadhyay

May I know your name? Samita Majumdar. At five twenty-five the other evening did you… Yes,…