Reveries At A Lucid Interval

The canteen window gestured to the winter sky, desperately preparing to pour down. When the heavy clouds were brawling, my lips were soaked in the steam puffing sugarless coffee. Very typical of a semester beginning, thoughts were grazing in the valley of academia until the glaring clock pulled my eyes out of its sockets. I gulped down the coffee with an oily bite of omelet and rushed into the lecture hall on the first floor. Into the cacophony of the room, the professor with strangely fashioned white whiskers entered and verbally involved himself in Mrinal Sen and his art. Though impregnated with wisdom, it went tiresomely long till he paused! The lights disappeared for the projector to beam moving images, Bengali font and English subtitles. Despite many impeding heads of various sizes, planted on necks of various lengths, I read - Chaalchitra Directed by Mrinal Sen After one and half hours of intermittent fits of laughter and journeying into old memories, I