So I had some dinchak and awesome fun at Hyderabad meeting up with old friends, and talking way into the moonfull night, and then again at Odisha. With the Konark Sun Temple and Puri beach Odisha becomes incomparable. A trot into the dusty lanes of Cuttack to find Jayanta Mahapatra, incomparable. We exchanged words, books, gifts.
I was so glad to have met Manu Dash, Sonnet Mondal, Sarabjeet Garcha, Shobhana Kumar, Ajaya Mahala, Kala Ramesh, Angelee Deodhar, Manju Kapur, and so many many new writers, poets, and perspectives that ask me if I ain’t still in a crazy, cross-eyed hangover?
I went to Walking BookFairs and came away inspired with the robust vision of Satabdi Mishra and Akshaya Rautaray.
I am so grateful.