![]() We share a long silence for the first time.” After all, whose heart hasn’t been broken by someone? He seems suddenly too old to look so young, with his smooth face and lush, long hair (touched though it is by the occasional strand of gray). I give him a moment of silence, surprised by this realization, as mundane as it is. “I see the look in his eyes and know that his heart has been broken by someone with black hair that melted into night, someone whose crippling revulsion toward him, whose grease-stained kiss, still linger in his mind. ![]() With every passing chapter of beauty and brutality, Alok’s interest in the stranger grows and evolves into something darker and more urgent. The tale features a rough wanderer in seventeenth-century Mughal India who finds himself irrevocably drawn to a defiant woman-and destined to be torn asunder by two clashing worlds. So Alok agrees, at the stranger’s behest, to transcribe a collection of battered notebooks, weathered parchments, and once-living skins.įrom these documents spills the chronicle of a race of people at once more than human yet kin to beasts, ruled by instincts and desires blood-deep and ages-old. Tantalized by the man’s unfinished tale, Alok will do anything to hear its completion. Synopsis: On a cool evening in Kolkata, India, beneath a full moon, as the whirling rhythms of traveling musicians fill the night, college professor Alok encounters a mysterious stranger with a bizarre confession and an extraordinary story. ![]()
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