Entry 01: The Throne of Nostalgia

Devdas Mukherjee stands on the balcony of his father’s mansion in Talshonapur. The index begins not with a bang, but with a silence. He is 22, fresh from ten years in London law courts, but he does not look at his father’s estate. He looks left , towards the flickering oil lamp in the tiny window of the courtyard house next door.

He is drunk. Not happy-drunk, but the arithmetic of misery: one bottle of brandy equals two hours of not seeing Paro’s face. He stumbles into a kotha in the Sonagachi lanes. The courtesans laugh. Then they stop.