20 April 2019
by Gaurav Monga
“Running away from Ranjan is not easy given that Ranjan is whom you are running away from.”
A series of short deadpan disarming Magic Realism stories, with airy spaces between them, spaces for you to nose-breathe, spaces to cut out while believing they were once people, and the Gestalt of these stories or snippets is a picture of this extended family, one with noses to speak of, dead end arguments, a wife called a little box, fathers that maintain control, but names could be changed, English teachers fancied, but not sure if the man who was called Lone Ranger was also the clown. As to me, I am Gautam Uncle and I hide behind trees and tell lies. It is more of a word collage than a book or picture. A little box of treats. A chapbox.