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Is there really a capsule of indifference? Can you be indifferent by eating it? The biggest question: Why be indifferent? In the war-torn, burnt, abandoned city, where the rain of relief does not fall after Kalvaishakhi, like the first love, where true artistry is constantly killed, indifference is a silent revolution. Love, unlove, black puns, jokes are scattered on the body of poetry like moles on the lover’s left shoulder. Poetry is indeed real, surreal and undoubtedly other-dimensional at the same time. So maybe about three and a half decades ago, Pranabendu Dasgupta recognized this rare talent and urged him to write poetry in the Alinda magazine he edited. Pranabendui said that Rajaditya’s poetry, sense of poetry and language are of another dimension. Just like Rajaditya’s movies, this poetry-film anthology will make you think.
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