To Return as a Bird One Day - Monsoon Letters
Wait for me Madhupur; Netrokona. Wait for me Joydeppur at the crossroads. I will return through the suspension of order, through the droughts mating into floods. Wait. Thatch-roofed corners, the yard, under the lime tree, the meadows of Gollachut. I will return; to serenade the pink moon; to swing the swings; to drop the rod … more "To Return as a Bird One Day"
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