In a house on a narrow Calcutta street, lit by the half light of a yellow street lamp, lies a baby, one day old, wrapped in its hospital towel. In the next room, sits a man, all alone, writing.
In prose that is breathtaking and precise, Raj Kamal Jha discovers love and hope behind the hidden violence and twisted eroticism of an old city.
Who is this man? What is he writing? Where has the baby come from and where will it go? Tonight, these questions will be answered when the man unravels the dark secrets he has carried all his life.
