Indrani Ganguli is an interpreter of languages. She’s as adept at staring down recalcitrant witnesses in court while taking down their depositions as she is compassionate with those who clearly are devastated at being there at all.

Her stories are rich in classical allusions even as they explore the social consciousness (or lack thereof) of the times we live in.

Indrani Ganguli is a contributing poet to this collection of poetry: A Place called Utopia.

She is also a prolific participant in The Irregular SloWord BirthMonth Festival, as you will notice from her multiple contributions to the previous years Festivals. 

Feature Presentation

You, My Lord

You have no notion do you?
Dear love, dear lord.
The light of my life
The fruit of my flower
The gnawing hunger
The sweet repletion
The accursed bondage
The freedom to soar
The promise life long.
My whole besotted life,
In rem,
In personem,
And
Your own amusements
Unfurled anew
And yet———–
All roads do lead
Lead straight to you
Dear my lord, dear love.

(Indebted to Rabibabu)

Note: Rabibabu is Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Laureate 1913 for Literature.