
Sunday Morning Scene
It records the daily life of the Murshidabadi day labourers. They come from nearby villages to the town for work. Some day, they are hired. They have no way but to return home in empty hands on many days.
It records the daily life of the Murshidabadi day labourers. They come from nearby villages to the town for work. Some day, they are hired. They have no way but to return home in empty hands on many days.
Tajuddin Biswas was a son of the soil. He was a genius. He was a poet, storyteller, novelist, essayist, scholar, historian, and authority on land survey, deeds, records, maps, coins, etc. He was a human rights activist and a Naxalite.
And when I closely look at him,
His sweaty, sculptured face delights me,
A cheaply designed t-shirt, hands full of lines,
Face marked with pangs of leaving home,