Reading Ipshita’s stories is like listening to a house -that we had thought to have been deaf and dumb-suddenly burst into speech. The writer’s eye for details is unmistakable as is her insight into the prose and poetry of relationships, mostly domestic. Her prose is seductively lyrical lending density even to the thinnest of her narratives. Everything finds its place in these stories: men, women, cats, trees, clouds… so that we exclaim: O, this was how the world was created by God’s imagination. K. Satchidanandan Author Ipshita Chanda has lived and worked in Kolkata, and is currently teaching in Hyderabad. She translates between Bangla, Hindi and English
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