There is nothing easier to kill in the world than a dream if it is too big to fit in your life. Maybe except for a stray dog on a street, a tiger in a jungle, a dolphin in the ocean, a river choking on effluents, a valley denuded by mining because in a habitat being usurped […]
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The End Of Innocence
It began with Emosanal Attyachar. When I watched Dev D a few years ago, I felt as if my insides had been churned and that Sarat Chandra Chatterjee had died once again. There was nothing wrong cinematically with the film. The first half was visceral and brutally honest about the messy, inner universe of love. The lust, the anger, the impulsive severings that […]