a theater troupe is preparing for a performance of ‘shakuntala’ as jealousies and love start tearing into the lives of the actors. this time the poetic and mind numbing allegories and metaphor were a little more obvious than those in ‘subarnarekha’ or ‘meghe dhaka
some images i cant forget, the half completed railway track leading to the other side of the river and the newly created nation; the rattling of the toy on the pavement behind anasuya in the arcade at night.
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