In a world devasted by death, destruction and divided opinions.
In the end it is the soldiers and civilians who suffer,we see images of coffins, disturbing footage of children being killed and threats of a WW looming large.
Amid all this we had this year's first lunar eclipse. The last bit was spectacular. Especially on a day when we play with colours and pray they never go out of our lives.
Tomorrow the world may end, but the moon will still look splendid and the stars will shine!
This write up came back with a note of regret – for not being able to make to the next round in the competition, to the editor's table. Well, this is the first time I competed , that is if I do not count the House Competition essay writing, where I came second after Champa. Actually I do not why I took part – chance, curiosity or plain gambling …..because writing for me has always been a catharsis – an expression that I can share …..So no regrets , really! The road may be narrow and dark…….. It was 1983 and life with Baba always veered on the unexpected and the adventurous. Like that road trip from Kolkata to Delhi via Agra. We had this faithful Ambassador that took us on this journey with Baba at the helm and our cleaner Kalipada as his first assistant. I was the official navigator and Giri uncle, my father’s friend, in charge of our ummm, let’s say security, since me and my cousin Dimpi, both all of 18, needed an escort , officially. Baba always liked the un-tr...



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