Kamala Das is no more
She was my adolescent icon. Simply for her titillating writings. But yesterday she simply died at the ripe age of 75. Whether it was Allah or Krishna who attracted her most, the fact is that she was one of our best writers in English.
In her book , The Descendants, she wrote,
When I die
Do not throw the meat and bones away
But pile them up
And let them tell
By their smell
What life was worth
On this earth
What love was worth
In the end.
Sometime back we had carried an article Tax collection: Has Mr Chidambaram reverted to British-Nehru principle that citizen is always wrong? By Prof M D Nalapat .
Prof. Nalapat is Kamala's son.
Good Bye Kamala. Hope you meet Allah or Krishna for the eternal bliss.