An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals.
An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals. An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals. An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals. An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals. An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals. An Indian man writes to a Japanese woman. She writes back. The pen friends fall in love and exchange their vows over letters, then live as man and wife without ever setting eyes, on each other- their intimacy of words tested finally by life’s miraculous upheavals.
Kunal Basu indeed is savoury. The intersection of cultures things is very novel and interesting.
There are times when the tone of the narrative sooths you, and leaves an eeriness in its tender steps.
And ofcourse, the detailing school is a fountainhead, if it has intimate details of spectra very unreachable or unlighted in popular culture. Indeed, if a person ascended from a time machine, from Ancient Maya, or the Vedic civilisation, he could be on top of the literary ladder of consumption with the detailing. And ofcourse, could add meaning to his works to, with those ideas from collective psyche of his people.
Kunal Basu acheives a comparable outreach in wideness instead of time. French legions, Tianamen, bun buns, Java, what not
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Kunal Basu indeed is savoury. The intersection of cultures things is very novel and interesting.
There are times when the tone of the narrative sooths you, and leaves an eeriness in its tender steps.
And ofcourse, the detailing school is a fountainhead, if it has intimate details of spectra very unreachable or unlighted in popular culture. Indeed, if a person ascended from a time machine, from Ancient Maya, or the Vedic civilisation, he could be on top of the literary ladder of consumption with the detailing. And ofcourse, could add meaning to his works to, with those ideas from collective psyche of his people.
Kunal Basu acheives a comparable outreach in wideness instead of time. French legions, Tianamen, bun buns, Java, what not