From the Editor’s Desk

Dear Readers,

They say that engineers built train tracks on the Alps, to connect Vienna with Venice even before there was a train that could make the trip.

In Rajasthan, the Manganiar community sings for the rains to bless the desert even as the sun relentlessly scorches them. Their music changes from anticipation to joy, as their prayers are answered.. And so it is with hope. We live in a time where violence, anger and deceit surround us, the easiest way out is to be drowned in that anger. But what if we learnt to resurrect, to fight for hope, and to reclaim the truth as a way of life?

Again and again I remember Lennon's song Imagine, and in these dark times, I hope that the light doesn't desert us.

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky

Imagine all the people
Livin' for today
Ah

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too

Imagine all the people
Livin' life in peace
You

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
Managing Editor, The Bangalore Review

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