Abhijit Sengupta

“There was triumph there but there was also a faint flicker of fear as if somebody had whispered to her from beyond the unkempt hedge of the everyday.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga

“A hush is a dangerous thing. Silence is solid and dependable, but a hush is expectant, like a pregnant pause; it invites mischief, like a loose thread begging to be pulled.”
― Ruth Hogan, The Keeper of Lost Things

“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