- ” From the Train’s Window”- Andrzej Biłuński in conversation with Ipsita Deb.
- Photos By Brian Michael Barbeito
- The Isle of Skye, Revisited–Harsha S. Reddy
- Photographs by Neli Mukherjee.
- Photographs by Soma Dey Sarkar
Photographs by Soma Dey Sarkar
If melancholy had a name, I would name it – sundown. After a day of intense liveliness, the sun gives way to its nocturnal counterpart, without any complaint. The pale light passes through my stained skin and decides to settle down in the darkest corner of my heart. No, it doesn’t aspire to wipe off the darkness and fill the little chamber with happiness and light. Instead, it decides to be a part of the darkness of the room, to walk hand in hand and finally becomes one with my tenebrosity. Melancholy has already soothed me to a lifetime of sleep as it locks up my chamber of woes and tosses the keys to antiquity.
The anatomy of human body suggests that the human brain is a wired entanglement. Just a slight nudging and ‘wired’ becomes ‘weird’. On days with already a slate-ish sky, the whirlwind of thoughts starts making circular motions from one possibility to another; never to come to a conclusion. The fruitless efforts to join the dots seem endless, yet the whirlwind gets stronger. From pillar to post the thoughts run but in vain. They find none to implicate. The enraging mind tries to blow itself but the eyes come to rescue. Finally, there’s downpour forming a mandala art in the mind. Whirlwinds are extremely good mandala artists.
Are symmetry and fluidity at conflict with each other? Boxes and lines and angled corners all perfect to T. As she looks around herself, boxed and formulaic beauty plays in abundance. Among Triangle-ed eyebrows and contoured cheeks, highlighted Cupid ’s bow, jawline and beauty bones, she considers herself to be a misfit. She reaches out for her curves and feels the tenderness that’s unknown to the world. Her mind’s symmetry gives way to fluidity. Angles become rounded and straight lines, malleable. She looks softly and places her eyes on the confluence of the free flowing Teesta and the rail bridge over it.
‘Chileykotha’ is a human for me. A compassionate human, I would say. The chileykotha is all ears for the silent tears shed on the cobbled floor, all eyes for hidden love letters and all senses for every sensuous kiss of lovers. It absorbs every human emotion and turns into a disheveled being. The yellow-tinged bulbs fails to cheer up the walls of the chileykotha, instead exudes melancholy to the already shabby walls. May be, if we had more chileykothas in our modern day homes, we would lose less kids and teens to depression and suicides.
Soma Dey Sarkar, has an eye for all things quirk. She personifies everyday objects to put life into them through her writings and photography. She is a travel freak at heart. Presently, she is teaching Law at the University of North Bengal.
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