Sarnath Banerjee doesn’t speak in straight lines - he drifts, loops back, detours into cricket metaphors, Japanese art, Berlin loneliness, and Karachi folklore, often within the same breath. In conversation with Malavika Banerjee in the city, the graphic novelist turned the evening into a journey across time zones and emotional landscapes, where stories weren’t just told but collected, archived, and gently teased into existence, even as rounds of Darjeeling tea steamed on the tables and a savoury-to-dessert spread of small bites quietly made its way through the room, grounding the drifting ideas in warmth, aroma and taste.
