Description
But will I forget all your ways, city?
I hope not
At 27, the author realised that the romantic Delhi he believed in mostly existed in his own head, and that he was stuck therein. So, he embarked on a half-conscious exit, alone into the country, an escape not only in terms of geography, but from the sundry trappings and numbing patterns of the urban bubble. Exit One provides first glimpses from this on-going journey, and as a precursor, includes poetic tales from the author’s days as a magazine reporter, venturing an unapologetic look into contemporary time and place.
Ishan Marvel takes his own sweet time to get to places. He was born in the mountains, and has now returned to them with the mission of building a samgh and effing the ineffable.
If you liked this book,
don’t hoard it on a shelf, or in a box
Give it to someone who may like it too,
or read it somewhere
Better still, translate it, or tear off pages
and stick them on public walls
That is, if you liked it
Otherwise, do as you please