Let's assume that every choice was incorrect. Doctor's enunciation, lament of close ones and fallen grains on the street— all these has been composed in an atmosphere of errors. It was beyond his belief even. He leaped at the last second, asking, "Is this a joke?" Flames and smoke shot out of his face. Let's address, this is the beginning of the real mistake. Alone and with consciousness, he entered the furnace.
Preparation Complaints are like old sweaters. The gap increases after wearing it again and again. I spent this winter thinking that I will buy a new one next year. Don't even remember being in the trunk; actually I'm surviving on naphthalene. A whole year passes like this. I recall as winter moves nearer, we will meet at the ground of the Book Fair.
Tanmoy Bhattacharjee (1994) is a poet and Independent Researcher from Kolkata, India. He has written and edited 13 books.