AN INFERENCE P.K.ROUTRAY In a school there was an art competition, The subject was “to draw an art on cow in any position.” A student submitted an answer paper blank,

A City that is tainted indelibly with the culture of a thousand races and it will be unrecognizable in 50 years. This ever changing beast is as horrifying as it is beautiful.

- - - The stones that stand in yonder vale - - - Have brooded for five thousand years; - - - It was there I met my Elfin love, - - - And he brought me joy and tears.

I am the singer of songs, Dreamer of dreams am I; And I will sing the songs of the Earth To the enchanted sky. Build me a city of glass, Change every metal to gold;

my father is drinking himself to death, he was hospitalised and this is what I wrote after I visited him. Me and my sister had to support him walking, his shakes travelled up my entire body.

“Will you use the weapon?” She asked Clive whilst staring fixedly forwards. “We have no choice” he whispered. “Then I will fetch the sheep” she replied.

The colloidal drapes of uneasy night Billow around the Reverend Newstead As she treads between the glowing crosses One last time before going into exile, The crosses pulsing with power,

A professor looks at retirement.

Chapter Five...but the record number of letters that Shelly had ever had to post in one day was thirty eight. It was costly and debilitating; especially in the early days when Sammy insisted that his letters had to be posted immediately. When they’d moved house, while other buyers might be looking at the proximity of schools and shops, Shelly and John only cared about the nearest post box. They had one on the corner of the street.