I get my copies of ‘The Poison of Love.’ My thoughts go back to a November when I started translating Meera Sadhu.
The cover page is fascinating. They have coloured it in hues of blue and purple, to remind one of Krishna himself. My little girl gives an appreciative look. It is for the first time that she acknowledges me as someone other than her rather uninteresting mother. Ha!
Joy, I discover, can be coloured blue too. May the joy spread. Though it is a tale of pain.