Photo Essay—THE ROOM

DYUTIMAN MUKHOPADHYAY PHOTOGRAPHY

‘I remember well.

The room is dark.

It's surrounded by—the never-ending clamor of the town—

Carried away by the town—by the flow of the town.

My body was in that public noise—

This passing by from the outside—exposed.

The sea, I thought—the immensity.

What are you thinking about?

. . .

I had asked him to do it again and again.

To do it to me.

He had done it.

He had done it in the unctuousness of blood.

I think he's used to it.

This is what he does in life—

Love. Nothing else.

I'm very lucky.

Obviously, it's as if it were a profession he'd have.

He's on me—he engulfs himself again.

We stay like that, nailed—moaning in the clamor of the town.

You see—you'll remember this afternoon all your life—

Even if you've forgotten my face—my name.

Do you think I'll remember the room?

Take a good look at it.

It's like anywhere.

That's it.

It's like always.

I wonder how I found the strength—to go against the forbidden with this calm—

This determination—how I succeeded in going all the way—

To the end of the idea.

How could I have taken so much pleasure—

For me alone with this unknown man?

From the film ‘The Lover’ (French: L'Amant),1992—directed by Jean-Jacques Annaud. Based on the semi-autobiographical 1984 novel of the same name by Marguerite Duras.

THEME—PHOTO ESSAY—THE ROOM.

The picture was taken on August 06, 2022.

Kolkata, India;

Camera—Xiaomi Redmi Note 8 Pro.