What Guest On This Autumn Day
Translated by Aishani Misra There is something in the open-mouthed wonder with which Joy Goswami gapes from classroom windows and offices, dreaming of pujo. I remember being completely captured by it when I first read his essay Shorote Aj Kon Otithi in his book, Hridoye Premer Shirsho (Love’s Reign Over the Heart). Here, the great […]
