Shyamasri Maji writes three poems: 'Your Imaginary Slut,' 'Afternoon' and 'MS WORD' for Outlook
In the 1930s and 40s, Anglo-Indians who moved to McCluskieganj, their new home, had a tough time settling in because of the lack of basic amenities
Pain is a bedside lamp. It blinks like a jackal’s eyes, from the night bushes.
'The weekend hangs like nausea on a hot summer noon' - The author delves into the heaviness of being alone.
The book under review is named after the title poem 'Woman by the Door', which represents the interior monologue of a diasporic woman who confesses, 'I sit by the door today/ talk to myself/ my voice quivers/ as it reaches into the valley'
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