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Dusk

 Dusk    - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya  The sky, Change its form. I sit alone, On a roof by norm. Just as a ritual, As they fly casual. They are the birds, That passed,  bidding adieu, To the day.

Joy in solitude

       Miss Tista, a girl of twenty-five, stays in a hilly town of Himalayas in India. Last year her father passed away who was the only member left in her home. Since then she is living a life of solitude. Initially her heart was loaded with mourning as the hills outside her cottage is loaded with clouds and snow. Slowly and gradually she was able to overcome her mental strength and as the time passed she realised her love for herself by spending quality time of her own.                  The young lady of the mountains is a school teacher of a convent school in her locality. It is a winter dawn and she gets up from sleep, somehow managed to put herself out of her blanket in the chilling cold. By 7:00 am in the morning she sat with a cup of coffee and her breakfast beside the window in an easy chair. As she sat in a relaxed position and sipped in the coffee mug she was reminded of how just a year before in such a same wint...