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Some times we can’t understand the greatness of a writer immediately. His understanding is too deep to penetrate our arid hearts or inexperienced lives. I couldn’t find the beauty of Butchibau’s “Chivaraku migiledi,” ( Left at the End) totally for a long time. As A young man I found him a Freudian novelist but Iwas too naïve in understanding life in depth. His love for Shakespeare and Russell and his sharp observation of human nature made him fathom the heart of a woman. This really a hard task for any one, especially a male writer. His stories too reveal the shallowness of institutions such as marriage. The disparity between desire and reality is too real and obvious. The institutions such as religion, family, marriage force a human to adjust to the reality though it is uncomfortable or painful. At places his descriptions are sheer poetry. You feel like reading it again and again until it seeps into you. His stories make the readers understand human relations in their beauty and narrow -mindedness better. You are not your old self.
He belonged to the class of Chalam and Gopichand, another contemporary writer who dissects to describe what is.
He was a prolific writer—eighty two stories, one novel, a poem in free verse, forty essays, the same number of plays, criticism, autobiography, prefaces etc. aesthetic sense and skepticism regarding human’s destiny. His readings in philosophy and psychology enriched his art. He was born in 1916 and died in 1967.But even after four decades, his writings continue to delight and enlighten us a lot.