Calcutta Book Fair \ Maxim Gorky \ Naxals

For Reading Gorky

By Stuti Govil The fridge is poorly stocked. All the vegetables are now condemned to their present state of dereliction. The scant milk gives off putrid smells, having gone bad many weeks ago. Only odd bottles of cough syrup and glycerine have survived the tyranny of time and power cuts. Kaamna took a giant swig [...]