Prof. Goutam Buddha Sural
Prof. Sarbojit Biswas
Prof. Sandip Ain
Are You There? - Ishita Mukherjee 01
Have you met sunshine? - Rimpa Gorh 02
'Psyche revived by Cupid's Kiss’ (Sketch)
- Anwesha Biswas 03
Mother and Son (Madhubani Painting)
- Satarupa Mukhopadhyay 04
Divine Motherhood (Painting)
- Sarmistha Dey 05
The Bong Culture (3D Sketch)
- Baishali Roy 06
Silent Killer - Puja Rana 07
Go Corona (Sketch)
- Munmum Yeasmin 08
Starry Night - Riya Dutta 09
Pretty Girl (Sketch) - Snigdha Khan 10
Blushing Woman (Sketch)
- Riyanka Ghosh 10
Symbol of Lord Buddha’s Journey of Life
(Painting) - Rimpa Gorh 11
14.02.19: The Scarlet Valentine Day
- Akash Bej 12
Money Manners - Subham Bhattacharya 13
National Bird (Art) - Ankita Patra 14
Rise of the Phoenix (Acrylic on Paper)
- Saswati Mallick 15
List of Contributors 16
Are you there, where your stories grow old?
Stories of your sensations,
Stories not yet told.
Memories wandering in timeless Hypnos,
Hoping to be immersed in Lethe’s drops,
Forgetfulness unfurled,
When you chanted,
Asperges me from the bottle of amnesia,
Teary eyes asked, “What is memory without forgetting?”
They smirked at you,
Called you Houdini
But, you didn’t mind
For, you were present and not,
Residing, never to be caught.
They failed you, believing you failed them,
But you shone in your flame.
Resolved mysteries, dissolved into oblivion,
You embraced Death,
Death adopted you
To take you to your destination?
To the all-encompassing light?
To your peace?
There, where your stories grow old?
Stories of your sensations,
Stories not yet told.
One day in tuition of class twelve, we were all sitting waiting for our teacher. I met a girl named Sneha, who was from a village far from town. She was full of impossible excitement, her village was everything to her. During knowing each other, I learned more about her village than about herself. After two days I went to study again, I sat side by side that day too, but Sneha was not as lively as the previous day. I asked, 'Has something happened?' The answer came, 'I don't feel well here.' I thought maybe it was of missing her parents. I did not say anything. After a while she started saying, 'Do you have sunshine here? We have a lot of sunshine there. '
I didn't see her the next day, nor any day after that. Today, I returned home from tuition, sat on my chair, my head shaken, and suddenly it rang in my ears, ''Do you have sunshine here? We have a lot of sunshine there."
A silent killer
an unseen stranger
You have locked us in our home &
Snatched away our freedom.
You have chained our hands and legs.
You choke our breath
and ring a bell of demise.
You a silent killer
haunting us like a ghost
and we hate you the most.
An abandoned lane
She observed the starry night
Ravished, crushed, choked.
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No more war ! no more blood ! yes we know this
But what if history itself repeats?
What if the father doesn't return from the war?
What if the dead body narrates a ruthless affair?
What if the only son is wrapped up in a flag
Comes back home silently in a bag?
What if his overflowing blood seems a brook?
What if you do not find how he used to look?
What if the real heroes the nation cries for?
What if we again gather fire-endeavor?
What if the roaring youths revenge do practise?
What if the nation shouts Justice! Justice!
The old woman had been long left waiting for her son. It was a busy day at the rural bank, and she had been waiting at the end of a long queue. The son was nonchalant, busy inhaling toxic fumes from his biri.
The son counted the notes and put it in his wallet. He ordered mother to follow him to a nearby eatery.
“More rice, Ma?” asked the waiter.
“Oh yes, little some” said the old woman.
“Anymore vegetables curry?” waiter asked again.
“Yes, why not, just a little bit”, the old mother smiled.
The mother told to her son, “That waiter treats me so well”. The son got irritated and rebuked his mother, “Treating well!? They will take money for every spoon of rice and curry.”
The old lady smiled and replied “If money made people kind, son, you should be the kindest of all”.
1. Akash Bej : a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
2. Ishita Mukherjee: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
3. Puja Rana: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
4. Rimpa Gorh: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
5. Riya Dutta: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
6. Subham Bhattacharya: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
1. Ankita Patra: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
2. Anwesha Biswas: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
3. Baishali Roy: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
4. Munmun Yeasmin: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
5. Rimpa Gorh: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
6. Riyanka Ghosh: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
7. Sarmistha Dey: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
8. Saswati Mallick: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
9. Satarupa Mukhopadhyay: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.
10. Snigdha Khan: a student of Third Semester of the Department of English, Bankura University.