Ashok Niyogi immediately after lunch though for ten minutes depression almost drowned me facing curtained French windows my blissful gods ebbed away women’s crooked feet walked over my face into my hair I could hold my expression no more I let the anguish bend my fingertips backwards and was conscious of hunger in the leaves of shade giving trees just then your mimicry of off-tune drums cracked cymbals and debauched voices came and took...