Editorial

Felt like I have never seen through the congealed veins of the window what crimson mornings soaked in butter- delight meant for me! Writing a creative editorial is nothing short of oxymoronic; creativity and editing slides of creativity is painstaking and often Herculean. I flip through the pages instead, the golden nibs of violet silhouettes of the word CREATIVE focus on days and nights gone by, on mornings and evenings yet to come. I write with black soot what the monogamous player in a futile earthy poetic land could not decipher about a Sunday. I wrote prose, tasted the idiosyncratic ideas chalked out on the upper berth of the deciduous forests… As the Sunday morning turned out to be less tipsy this time.

I felt like a known ruffian at the helm of the books. Gilded, sorted, musk-smelling mementoes and College candids carousing for a courtly yet curt reply from the Editorial! Columns bent, stories fixated, poems hollering for a curtain call in the masked tenacity of autumn lights in Kolkata

The words go on, some camouflaged, some as a direct, visible articulation of what is and what is not…

This Sunday also we present a host of creative bonanza with stories, poems, columns that you will love to read.

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Sreetanwi Chakraborty