LABYRINTH- EE BLOCK (MINE)

- Chitranjana Bandyopadhyay
I live in a limit-less land.
There are mosquitoes, and angry men in checkered cotton towels.
There are ruminating thoughts that fester in between the rusted cable boxes.
And there is a less than fragrant, less than wanted canal that runs parallel, to me.
I live in a ludicrous land.
There are thistles and thorns and an occasional mustard seed you’d find on a plate.
There are wise men and wiser crows who’ve seen it all.
I live in a linguistic land.
You can hear broken Bengali and broken hearts along the staircases.
You can also hear broken families becoming whole again.
I live in a labyrinth-esque land.
You need to know the specifics.
There are twists and turns and you’ll get lost.
But you’ll also get found.
Now isn’t that the dream?