Subhadip Majumdar

Rookie [The Lost Pages]

The Bell Tools Again

Again the bell tolls. Somewhere far away from a distant Church. The cold winds pass and the feet sinks into the fallen leaves within the ornamented flowers and the scattered petals on the brown soil. There the murmur of the river and the song of the bird and the shadow walks all alone over the bridge down the road and then further to that river sid

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