UNTO THEE, MY CHILDREN

UNTO THEE, MY CHILDREN

"When I die, they will realise or, perhaps, they will never. Memory is a fast-fading mechanism in most and self-assessment a rare attribute in easy decline in persecutors." These are the words of the fairest flowers of humanity spoken unto the unborn future gestating in the golden womb of the merciful Mother.

Written by

Sugata Bose

Photo : courtesy,

Moni Lahiri

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