Cityscape. Photograph Phil Hall by Amal Chatterjee When I was a child, I dreamed of aeroplanes, great silver birds crossing continents and oceans, I watched their thin vapour trails draw and spread as they made their way from distant cities to others yet more distant. But now the novelty has…
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Amal Chatterjee
BIRTH
Photo by cottonbro studio, Pexels by AMAL CHATTERJEE I was born just then. Or must have been, the moment I appeared in the mist, the long flat surface disappearing into the distance. Concrete ground, cement and sand, firm. Thin iron bars set in a trench, wires whistling overhead. That must…
Amal Chatterjee
Hengshan Park
by Amal Chatterjee The windows shudder as another train roars past. Through the grey-streaked glass, he sees the city growing, cranes yellow against the sky, towering over the already giant blocks that have risen while he’s been at his desk. Or so it feels, each day stepping out into a…
Amal Chatterjee
Seven times three
The Thinker by Rodin, photo Phil Hall by Amal Chatterjee In my childhood, art in its myriad forms involved perplexing encounters with the good, the worthy and, no doubt, the banal and ridiculous. I had no way of telling them apart, I possessed no judgement. I consumed – or rather,…
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The Inspection
photo by Photo by Rene Terp by Amal Chatterjee The coffee, he thinks, ought to be warmer. On a scale, he prefers closer to hot than to body temperature. And a little more sugar, half a teaspoon more, that’d do the trick. ‘…it’s a privilege,’ the Headmaster is saying. He…
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Amal Chatterjee: The Return
Pexels, Photo by Alex P Bright black tarmac and the tang of tropical sea in the air. At last. The coconut palms fringing the airport as tall as they had looked matchstick-like from the air. She remembered photographs of lazy days bathed in brilliant sunshine, smiling shiny faces and lush,…
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