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Dilip Chitre n in Baroda, India. Studied in Mumbai. After graduating in , taught English for three years in Ethiopia, returning to Mumbai in , worked as a journalist, columnist, commentator, editor. Now live in Pune, Maharashtra for the last 25 years. Published 30 books in all, 5 in German translation, Won many prizes, honours, and awards.
Travelled all over Europe, parts of Asia, and Africa. The Ninth Breakfast: Astrological Forecast. Sometimes a mere sausage portends, Waiter, the coming shadow.
Of Saturn. Sad days begin Insignificantly. But sinister days Foretell their ways. And one knows That the tables have begun To turn. On a Saturday you never Get horseshoes for breakfast.
No thanks. I am emptying my shelves and my drawers I cannot cope with their contents Any longer. They connect with a past That hardly seems mine though known to me. The drawers contain documents, notes, Unfinished manuscripts, faded photographs, Letters, memorabilia, and possessions That could be called mere fetishes. Alternatively, one could call it heritage. I am the one that has endured and survived Two ends of history and the emptiness Of shelves and drawers and largely Unwritten books, abandoned poems, Unfinished paintings, unrealised films, Spaces more empty than filled, Occupied and left.
Spaces, spaces, spaces. Time leaves no detail untouched And time takes all details away. That leaves me no space but Here and now, no room to negotiate, Not even an edge to fall off from. I am exquisitely here and now And where I never before was Nor ever will be. Moreover, this is not an end. Underneath the Chandeliers Hung by Stalin.