As a school student, I would dream about growing up and working non stop on my laptop while some soft old hindi music plays in my earphones. These days, it has become my reality. I sit and stare and type and sit and stare and eat and type and stare again and the loop continues every single day. I keep feeling like I don’t have time for anything. You see, it is as if everything is running and it is not that I am standing still— I’m running too.
I am accepting of this life, I am sad about this life. Camus’ explanations about absurdity are stamped in my head and I am shy about thinking of them. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. One needs to imagine me happy and also- the “one” in question is me. The point here is, this running around, it slowed down as I sat to read all the submissions we received for this Volume. Mehfil Barkhast Hui, The Meeting Has Dispersed, it is over, I am still thinking about it, and I will continue to think about it. I am so proud of our team for curating it. I am so thankful to all the people who submitted. I am deeply grateful to you for reading our Chronicle. Thank you for being here. I hope this issue reminds you of everything that you have lost in life, and everything that you want in life.
Divyanshi
Editor-in-chief
The Redstockings Chronicle (and President, Redstockings Literary Society)
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