Not I, But the Wind

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Author: Krishna Barua
Pages: 106
Price: HB Rs 150, FB Rs 100
Year of Publication: 2008
HB 978-81-8157-790-0 (9788181577900)
FB 978-81-8157-791-7 (9788181577917)

About the Author:
Dr. Krishna Barua is Associate Professor in the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences in the Indian Institute of Technology, Guwahati. Her Ph.D. thesis on Patrick White (1986) was one of the pioneering works on Commonwealth Literature. She has published extensively on Australian Studies both in India and abroad. Her areas of study includes Comparative Literature, Cultural Studies, and Translation. She is married to Pranab Kumar Barua and has two sons, Amitav and Angsuman.

Let me, this indigo night, when the ketaki, the bird of the night, still sings bou koka kot, bou koka kot, constantly, incessantly, from its high perch across the lane, slice my forenoons and afternoons into Mondays and Tuesdays that I have lost track of, but surely I must have passed through them, the shifting prisms of this altering ground, that is as baffling as the blueness of the sky is a hazy daze. And do I have to tell you, who have, by chance passed this way, that this is not the reason I chose this midsummer night to touch the wind that blew on a forgotten path. It came on its own accord as the light hung heavy over the rim of the trees, and the soft grass melted by the side of the roads.

Perhaps / 9
I. The Tree / 15
II. The River / 39
III. The House / 81
IV. The Wind / 93
Appendix / 105

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