Editorial

It is for that phone call that mattered…

Heart conclaves are fun, especially when you have to wait for some of the best moments of your life, for the phone calls that never came into your way. It is true that sometimes, amidst the most slippery zones of your life, you get to know how to go through the interwoven pattern of waiting and not getting a call at all. The textiles, yarns, threads and cotton and rows of comet-patterns that depress us without any complaint. The shattering and ruminating walls of highly influential reassurance that you are going to embrace nothing but the colourless rainbow is what is life all about.

The chiselled footpaths of the city harness the real-life and not the stuffed dreams that have the ability to sell dreams and destinations. the vocal artists and the flute reach the final bacterial stage where I start living without the call anymore. A single animal carcass leads to nowhere, in a zone that is particularly filled with muddy water, and a call still remains very pertinent in terms of knowing you and then unknowing you once more. Calls are redundant now, when you know how to keep safe distance between ‘you’ and ‘me’, and traverse the surreptitious poems of boneless decay and desiccated human palms…

This Sunday also, we have introduced some of our poets and the prose-writers with their insightful works for this Sunday Talks. Send in your entries for our Sunday edition at techtouchtalk@gmail.com / sreesup@gmail.com

If you want to get featured, interviewed, part of the Sunday Talks live session, do contact us with a short 100 word bio and your photo on the same mail i.d.s

Happy Sunday!!!!

Sreetanwi Chakraborty