In the time of turmoil...and the chimes of freedom

Daybreak stranded on Calcutta pavement. Calcutta could not become Berkley. We could not force ourselves to land in the 1960s. Therefore there were diamonds in glossy windows and rust over the bookshelves. They could not become a song anymore. We forced our words to gt stuck in a notebook, freedom for speech cafes remained a mere chayer dokan. Silent speeches moved towards a colder rainy path. There is no need for anger and no need for shame. Because, everything remained just the same. Confinement of a soul into cages or silencing oneself inside a locked room does not really prove anything. The sell of poster colours will never be a topic of a Ford funded research project. Revolutionary ideas will play cricket at the Sunday campus..and the chimes of freedom will continue to shine in the neverland... Because cacophony is another name of silent music. And we continue to sing that music everyday.