Dear Bohemian Man

Dear Bohemian Man

We humans are all words. We long to have conversations. Tell stories about ourselves. Many memories creep up inside our hearts during our silent days and nights. My poems are the small stories I want to tell you. I have written them down so that you remember my words. These are actually talks I had done in your absence enveloped in my loneliness. And you must be somewhere, travelling, sitting or thinking; but if you have a moment, just stop by and read this. Because I wrote this for you. And this book is incomplete without you reading it.

New Bohemian

Tales from the Dawn-Lit Mountains

This book is an alluring escape to the land of dawn-lit mountains, Arunachal Pradesh. It features stories that are products of visceral observation and a delicate understanding of the ethnic communities living under intervening shadows of magic and realism in the isolated hinterlands of the state. A village is haunted by an insidious spirit tiger. A bee sting reminds a Nocte boy of his brother’s beheading and transforms him into a deadly headhunter. A Donyi-Polo priest must continue practising his animistic rituals to preserve the fading vestiges of his indigenous religion. The curse of a high priest follows the thief who stole the forbidden sacred ornaments . . . Such evocative and poignant tales make this debut collection a must-read.