Crossing Dark Waters–Ken Jaikaransingh
Reading Time 7 mins May 10, 2024 ‘No civilization of significance surrenders its riches easily… the transplanted Indian, even the most urbanized, will occasionally dream, like Walcott’s Saddhu, of the river Ganges and the sprawling fields of Bengal and Uttar Pradesh.’ The Moving Finger writes; and having writ Moves on; nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it (From Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam) I am the descendant of immigrants from India. My ancestors would have arrived in Trinidad between 1845 and… Read More »Crossing Dark Waters–Ken Jaikaransingh