

Uttarbanga Diary: Part 3
‘Poems arrive in the second section almost all on a sudden, like the scene changes in a train window every second as it moves through the hills. Abanindranath calls them ‘Godyochhando’ – he draws two slim conifers; embracing them are a blur of clouds. There’s something about this drawing that makes me feel cold as I show it to my nephew in the early summer heat of Siliguri.’ The mountains, as witnessed by Abanindranath.