This book relates to a world of bygone era which is nothing but a bunch of memories completely devoid of anything new. As if the poet is an elderly person who shares the account of his own time which has gone to total oblivion. It was a time of rafter and support beam, of the tenderness of stibium- pot, a single betel leaf, a nut- cracker, grinding stone and pestle of the kitchen, ladle, spatula, pot, bowl, pitcher, the Kalabou (a small banana tree worshipped as the wife of the deity Ganesha) with a long veil–all those with whom today’s world maintains a chasm, this book mirrors the grace of their countenance.

Pages: 64 | Dimension: 8 x 5.2 inch