Aruni Kashyap

Jun 26, 2023 | scroll.in | Aruni Kashyap |Anuradha Sarma Pujari

“This is your table,” Basab Banerjee told her. She looked around. It was a small office space made of light plywood. There was a soft, yellow-coloured revolving chair, a steel almirah, two telephones – the green one being an intercom and a wastepaper bin in a corner of the room. “What is it? Don’t you like it?”Hurriedly, she replied, “Beautiful! It’s beautiful. Can I open the window?”“No, you can’t. That’s the problem when you have an air conditioner. But it is so hot and polluted here.