Editorial

On Sunday, dear sister!

I watch you grow in the blank pages of the moonlit night,
As the tigress resumes the daily duty,
The wrath, the muskmelon covers of the grasszones filled with raindrops…

I see my little sister growing with the halo of sweat, toil, poem, river and the candy-floss days…

The toddler’s fingers clasping my hand
The comic books and crayoned childhood that we shared…

The little sister keeps on growing in Spring, in autumn delicate, in Sun and in July rains

As I still look and linger at the buttoned butter paper of memory and childhood days.

(My lines dedicated to my little sister grown into a fine woman now. My love to her on Women’s Day special issue)

Sreetanwi Chakraborty