Exora Asokamitran recently passed away. He chose writing for a living and suffered the economic consequences of it. Have you seen the Exora flower ? When I was young , we had an Exora plant ( or bush ?) near the steps at the front of the house. If you pluck a few flowers with their long stems in tact from a bunch and reverse them and put the stems in the mouth and gently suck them by pressing your lip to the palate, you will get a fleeting taste of sweetness, of its nectar. . Asokamitran handles subjects the same way. His approach to the subject and writing style is as gentle as the butterfly settling on a flower and the effect on the reader is just as subtle. Not for him the the heavy handed stuff, not for him the harangue Nobody captured the ordinariness of life like him. Nobody understood the mental make up of middle-lower middle class urban dweller like him. He saw life as a progression of ...
Tell all the truth Tell it slant Just as lightening explained To children kind Or every man be blind