Abhijit Sengupta

“In the involved and complicated business of politics, it is difficult to say who the puppeteer is and who the puppet, particularly when one is often both....”
― Poile Sengupta, Women Centre Stage

“These pages were once blank, they were my unprospected lands. Here, the streams and hillsides I would have traced, the pathways and streets I would have mapped, here, the pavilioned city I would have built, with its golden domes, its towering spires, its proud, fluttering flags. I will never build it now.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga

“If anyone could transform laughter to light, she did, Inga. Radiance upon radiance of laughter, chime upon bell chime of light sparkled and shone everywhere. It was as if the sky showered tiny star grains that scattered, glinting, on the hay heap we were cocooned in; they sparkled on the leaves of the jackfruit tree above and dusted my arms with gold. Who could resist such a dance of light...? I couldn’t, I never could. Almost never.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga

“Death is most ungovernable, unmethodical, unruly, unreasonable. Death mocks. It jeers.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga