By Nishi Pulugurtha
What comes out clearly through the poems in the volume is a keen eye, of being able to look beyond the obvious, of reaching out into the known and the unknown.
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By Nishi Pulugurtha
In a world where violence of all kinds is so much a part of our lives, a world where we refuse to work our lives so as to ease things a bit, I am always reminded of the two television sets in the room.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
As I traverse from one volume to the other, reading and re-reading, finding nuances and tracing patterns, I find an elegance of expression that surely bodes well for Indian Poetry in English.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Weaving expressions, images and feelings brilliantly the poems in this volume add to Jaydeep Sarangi’s poetic oeuvre.
By Srirupa Dhar
As we perceive and feel the humanity oozing through Nishi Pulugurtha’s poetic creations, we can’t resist thinking that the most ordinary or the most forgotten and ignored redefine the merging spaces between the real and the unreal.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
This translation makes available some of Soumitra Chatterjee’s poetry to readers all over the world, revealing the working of a mind that had myriad interests and a creativity that had a great range.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Of trying times and reaching out – of
Life going awry, yet holding on –
A different time, a quarantine.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
I stand with all caregivers, family members, professional caregivers, all those who try to make things work a little, as we try to deal with increased stress in these times. We negotiate this stress by taking one small step at a time to make life pleasant and comfortable for our loved ones with dementia.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
There is a sense of despondency in many of the stories, of deafening defeat that shatters and a faint flicker of hope that glimmers and fades. Modestly priced and well mounted, the volume makes for a breezy reading.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
The lockdown has put brakes to much of all the hair grooming that many of us are used to. A dear friend who called up this morning announced that she had decided not to colour her hair anymore.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Everyone was talking of the jhor. As I was eating rice, saag and fish, Dida told us about the jhor. She said it had a name, Amphan.
