As she spoke, her words were illuminated by the fireflies dancing in her eyes. Six years had passed since the last time this chronicler had met Poulomi Chatterjee, but the spark in her eyes remained undimmed. I was struck by the way Poulomi's words carried the weight of experience, like the heft of a well-worn tome. Yet, they were imbued with a youthful exuberance, like the effervescence of a freshly uncorked bottle of champagne.
As she shared her ideas about the future of reading, one could
note the depth of Poulomi's understanding of the reader's pulse. She has a
unique connection to readers of different backgrounds and generations, and her
books reflect this connection in their appeal and touch. She exudes optimism
about the future of literature, with a plethora of innovative ideas constantly
simmering in her mind.
I was particularly taken aback by the way Poulomi spoke of her
book lists, as if it were an extension of herself. Her words were like a river,
carrying the listener along with their flow, and the listener could not help
but be swept away. The depth of her knowledge of the publishing industry was
evident in the way she spoke, and one was in awe of her the way she described
her books, each like a part of her own self. Her mind is constantly at work,
plotting the next masterpiece that will grace the shelves.
The winter night in Jaipur was the perfect backdrop for this
literary encounter. The majestic City Palace was ablaze with light and life,
filled with literary stalwarts. As Poulomi spoke, the chronicler felt as if
they were being privy to a secret, as if the stars themselves were bearing
witness to the conversation.
