Partha Barua

“The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“With scarcely a pause for a mouthful of roti, Deeti stepped outside, on to the flat threshold of beaten earth that divided the mud-walled dwelling from the poppy fields beyond. By the light of the newly risen sun, she saw, greatly to her relief, that some of her flowers had at last begun to shed their petals.”
― Anonymous