In my hometown Chittaranjan, there were several types of migratory birds that found their momentary home in the trees beside the lakes. I often watched them flying above the lake water in the winter afternoon. Watching those ravish white wings coupled with the joyful cacophony at the last hours of dusk when there were hundreds…

I was walking in our courtyard, The evening was cool as autumn was approaching, I loved it. The time when finally the heat of summer leaves And the weather starts turning cold at night, Sending us the message that winter is coming. The smell of the shiuli flower comes Carrying the news that the Divine…