# Sigma

- Link: https://writersworkshopindia.com/2026/04/14/sigma/
- Published: 2026-04-14T17:04:19+00:00
- Author: shuktara

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**Author: **Shirley Lalrinfeli[⌊A sample cover of the book: ochre coloured 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/2026/04/Sigma.jpeg)
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Pages:** 86 **Year of Publication:** 2026 **Price:** ₹350 **ISBN:** 978-81-995932-
4-4 (9788199593244)

_**About the Author**_
 Shirley Lalrinfeli has an MA in English from the University
of Hyderabad. Her poetry has appeared in several e-zines such as _The Little Journal
of Northeast India, The Alipore_ _Post_ and _Spark, the Magazine_. Her poems have
also been published in the journal of the Mizoram English Literary Society, better
known as MIELS. She has won several awards for her writing, including third prize
in a short-story competition and second prize in a poetry competition, both organised
by MIELS. She enjoys painting, writing long-form fiction and daydreaming.

_**Teaser**_

_Synchronic Soliloquies_

A painting,
 a _Mona Lisa_, with slight variations in her smile — yellow wildflowers
dot the hills of Aizawl.

If Mona Lisa had been born in these hills,
 would she have worn her _puanchei_ with
pride, and a _vakiria_ saying she’s the reigning beauty queen?

_Don’t go into that dark night_
 _It is forbidden_ Don’t let’s go, let’s tarry for
a while.

Da Vinci would have painted my ancestors if he had been there
 in their fields harvesting
sweet potatoes and brewing rice beer — I would have painted a field of lonesome 
_senhri_, perhaps a village scene, farmers trudging home with _em_ full of yams,
if I weren’t so damned. It’s like I can’t see, and to paint you need to look closely.
You need to fall in love with different shapes and lines, shades and hues — a smile
with wrinkles playing at the corners — life and old age in the same body. Old artist
belonging to the start of the Holocene, come here and show us how to live. Say it,
that you think us foolish. Eternal monsoons, wild summer flowers.

_**Contents**_
 45 poems spread across 5 sections

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