Journal: Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay

Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay reads from Khagenbabu.

From There Was No One At The Bus Stop, translated by Arunava Sinha

As he was about to leave his room, sleep still clinging to his eyes, Robi gingerly parted the curtains leading to the next room and saw his father. Smoke rose from behind The Statesman, while a pair of feet were visible on a small stool, a steaming cup of coffee next to them. That Statesman, those feet and the coffee-cup—that was his father. Robi pulled out his toy-revolver from the pockets of his shorts. Raising it, he squinted, aimed and pulled the trigger.

(Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay was born on November 2nd, 1935)

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