Comments about Aruni Kashyap
The House With A Thousand Novels
This is a house, L-shaped,
seven-hands high; soil-veranda—
with twenty-one novels in it.
Every evening, five daughters beyond the banks,
who rested like bees in other houses,
with higher lower or equal soil-verandas
and more or lesser novels,
lift a night-black iron cauldron
so that it squats on the hearth.
This is a house, with twenty-one novels,
in episodic form, like long yarns.
In the room facing the east, where the eldest son lived
an almirah stood, with termites battling against it—
every night, along with the ...