Slow by Digonta Bordoloi is a book of two ends of life. If one end is life, the other end is death. It is a story of slow and fast and the sync between the two. It tells the rhythms of slow and chaos of fast. In fact, it is a story of me and you. It is, rather, a story of every human being, every life, and every person. I would call it a story of journey and destination. It is the story of the reality of a journey not being a journey and a journey itself becoming a destination. As a matter of fact, It is a story of friends and family. It is a story of aspirations of life. And beyond. Slow is a story of hills and plains. It is a story of relations of heart and relations of skin. In fact, some will call it a story of innocence. Precisely, Slow by Digonta Bordoloi is a story of one drop of life that if you are not able to fetch during your lifetime, the life becomes useless and worthless.
Slow by Digonta Bordoloi: Not a Book Not a Story But A Journey of Life