With the present job losses, migrant labour crises, multiple and sheer statistics of death all around us, I have been unable to continue with my personal Bengal Troika Retrospective at home. I tried watching a couple of movies every weekend by Satyajit Ray, Mrinal Sen and Ritwik Ghatak, but with the sword of damocles hanging too close to our heads, the reality of the films got too real and I had to refrain.

I learned from Twitter that its seven years today since the passing of Rituparno Ghosh. M had told me after Irrfan's passing that Rituparno was also an artist who left much before his time. Having never seen any of their films, I thought what better a day to initiate myself into their body of work and watched Dosar (2006).

The film cements my belief in my understanding that some Bengali films lend themselves beautifully to literary viewings. Despite a great deal of justifiable hysteria around the survival of print in the online era, with abundant forms of new media, and a harsh, cold attention economy, the words of Umberto Eco seem to boldly withstand: The book will never die.