Shittap by Ayan Bandyopadhyay [Hardcover]

"When evening fades away, the ashen glow mixes with the northern wind—the scattered fragments of cold sorrow call out to the misty shadows cast by the streetlights... The lines written with the warmth and cold of the heart gather together like a 'bonfire', where the violin strings play out the curled-up agony and say, 'Winter has cried out once again, old wounds are blooming gradually...’. So, does the winter sun lie on the opposite side of love?"