Jibendu Narayan Mazumder

Long have I dreamt for worthless years; of the meandering river that never met the sea, of the bumblebee that never lived beyond the winter, of the sun setting behind the Dogon mudhouse, of the earthy smell of rain in the plains of Bengal, of the ever-smiling Hunza youth. I dreamt through the darkest of nights, through the shade and shine of day. But then my dreams were mere illusions until I penned them down. So here I am, sharing hopes for future, sharing human stories of survival and brilliance, sharing thoughts that fill every living moment of my life with you all.