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Window of a House at Gulbarg Society: Poetry by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee
“It’s the windows that make me saddest.” ~ Heba Ahmed. It is not we alone who forget. Time, blind eye, forgets. Time forgets when time does not Want to remember. Or maybe it does, secretly. Time, blind eye, has ears. After the face disappeared, The window Was as desolate as the star, That no longer…
