In the heart of India's soul, rivers dance in their eternal glory and their currents reside echoes of timeless torrents offering us glimpses of the past.
When I was barely five, my grandfather took me to the bustling banks of the Ganges.
"Water has memory" He had told me pressing the offering of flowers in my palm. I was too young to understand it back then.
But haven't rivers been weaving us together all this time? The existence of our being so intricately woven with them. They act as silent nurturers, the motherly love transcending a human body.
In Volume VIII of The Redstockings Chronicle, we embark on a journey through the rivers of India, exploring the profound and enduring impressions they leave upon us.
Dear reader, as you delve into the pages of this edition, the editorial board of the Redstockings Literary Society extends warm wishes for a soothing and enlightening read.
Taarini Goyal
Editor-in-Chief
Redstockings Literary Society
English Department
Bharati College, University of Delhi
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