@Rayhanx
Who's face in the mirror Exactly in the afternoon, when no one is anywhere, when the occasional call of an unknown bird comes from outside, the occasional squeak of a central plastic brush with the spokes of a rickshaw or van or bicycle passing by the road is heard occasionally, or the bell's trumpet , When the dusty leaves of one or two of the remaining trees of this barren Calcutta sometimes flutter in the wind and fall on each other with a rustling sound of joy, the…