# Songs of Sanity

- Link: https://writersworkshopindia.com/2017/07/17/songs-of-sanity/
- Published: 2017-07-17T19:29:40+00:00
- Author: shuktara

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**Author:** Adwaita Das[⌊A sample cover of the book: olive green handloom sari with gold embossed nameplate and lettering for the title and author's name. The border of the sari lines the right hand margin of the cover.⌉](https://writersworkshopindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Songs-of-Sanity.jpg)
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Pages:** 76 **Year of Publication:** 2017 **Price:** Rs 150 **ISBN: **978-93-5045-
153-3 (9789350451533)

_**About the Author**_
 Adwaita Das was born in 1984 in Calcutta. She graduated 
in English from Jadavpur University, Calcutta, and went on to obtain a post graduate
diploma in Film Direction from Film and Television Institute of India (FTII), Pune.
While in college, she started a theatre group called Stage-Addict which mainly performed
original plays in English. She won the Shyamanand Jalan National Youth Theatre Award
in 2013 for her trilingual play _Chhayankaner Jonyo (Shadowplay)_. Her book of poems,_**
[27](http://www.writersworkshopindia.com/books/poetry/redbird/27-stitches/)[ Stitches](http://www.writersworkshopindia.com/books/poetry/redbird/27-stitches/)**,_
was published in 2014 by **Writers Workshop**, India, and her novella with collected
short stories titled _Colours of Shadow_ was launched in 2015 by LiFi Publications.
Her short films have travelled around the nation and across foreign waters, winning
hearts and some awards. _Karan Kolkata Ebang Anya Galpa (_‘Cause Calcutta and Other
Stories_) _is her directorial debut feature film, for the love of Kolkata, of course,
and her grandparents, who by now must have been reborn and could be kids watching
this movie after all.

_**Teaser**_

_59._

She brought rain to the city
 while she was in the clouds, before touching earth.
Then it rained next dawn, Rained next evening – on the dead, on the dried of the
sun.

She brings rain to where she goes,
 turns white to grey, takes the grey to her skies,
settles them on her window above her bed. A slice of moon from her purse placed 
among the foliage, just out of reach, just enough for sleep-light.

At night the constellations arrange
 themselves to her taste when the lamps turn
themselves off.

She has the dance of rain in her walk,
 the dance of rain in her limbs and the song
of clouds clad in speech.

I have her
 and she has me

_**Contents**_
 BOY / 9 LOVE / 23 MADNESS / 41 INDIVIDUAL / 59 HOPE / 67