Quotes by : Amit Chaudhuri

While reading the Times of India each morning, my father spares a minute for the cartoon by R. K. Laxman.....

Water begins to boil in the kettle; it starts as a private, secluded sound, pure as rain, and grows to....

The dull pulse-like beat started at eleven o’clock at night. It was a new kind of music called ‘rap’.....

The gutters in the lane overflowed with an odd, languid grace. Water filled the lane; rose from ankle-deep....

[T]here's a thin line separating the delicate from the bloodless, in art as in food.

On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep’s mother began to dream, sprawled in vivid crab-like postures. His....

At the base of her ankle is a deep, ugly scar she got when a car ran over her foot when she was six years....

The armchairs, with their flat, sedentary cushions, were designed for society, but the bed was made for....

So they went out for a walk. They went through narrow, lightless lanes, where houses that were silent....

Calcutta has still not recovered from history: people mourn the past, and abhor it deeply.