Ringing again in the rain

By Jayanta Bhaumik   It’s again the time to remember how I was born Taking a birth is like when you speak, you know the silence surpassing all this crowd, listening only to you, but then your words turning the solid opaque stars, some inactive globules, suddenly emitting only flinches to the world It’s a … Continue reading Ringing again in the rain


By Thomas Page   Each high school seems to have a bell, Not a bell in the liturgical or civic sense, A bell of copper or metal Hung in its own tower Visible to the people underneath it. School bells hidden somewhere in the wall. Hundred odd bell towers in the concrete Like the hallways … Continue reading Bells