Some words from the book A Novel Uttarfalguni: I will write about one person first. Who should I talk about first? About the mute woman with her head covered in a thin black silk veil, with two black tears peering through the eyeholes of the veil, or about the girl of the missionary boarding school with a pale skin and a thin face. Not about that barrister Manish Roy. Not about that indranil. Letter after letter arranged on a white paper chest. Rows of letters. A frosty winter morning. Ice piles on ridges. Glimmering in the silver stream of the molten sun. Farther down the rocky pine forests are criss-crossed by glacial ice. Soo-soo The string of the sitar is a sub-wave. Suparna! Pine's dream was suddenly shattered. Suparna looked up from the book in surprise. Standing next to...