Anirban’s breath hitched. He was currently going through a brutal phase in his life. His startup had failed, his relationship had ended, and he felt a crushing weight of stagnation. In astrological terms, he was in the thick of Shani Dasha .
The narrow, winding lanes of North Kolkata smelled of wet pavement, fried telebhaja , and the distinct, musty scent of old paper. It was in Boipara—the book seller’s alley—that Anirban found what he wasn’t looking for. astrology bengali book