3 Quotes by Debotri Dhar

Today, unlocking the room and stepping into its dusty embrace, it struck her – the bareness, the cobwebs in the corners, the dark squares on the walls where the maps had once hung, the intricately designed tiles disappeared in filth, the urn-less, roseless emptiness, the laughter that once was. Sighs everywhere, and echoes, the papery trail of ants through the ancient wood, the still, suspended sheets of dust, and through it all, those memories, still alive, still alive.

Stillness fell upon them, as weighty as a promise. The two of them walked in silence, along the still,moonlit landscape, and through the drowsing trees.

Delhi. The ruins of an old city, markets, monuments, broken mansions, the zigzag of roads, the stillsad times of music past. And rising up from it, her mother, wind in her hair, laughing like a witch.