Jan 2018 Ink Drift Issue themed on Sprinkles.
INK DRIFT MAGAZINE A Letter To Adults From the Youth Manya Sinha Dear Adults, The confidence you show in us is commendable and in a sense, flattering. The fact that you expect us to do right everything you have done wrong seems severely hypocritical. You want us to end communal problems, solve the issue of refugees, curb climate change and global warming, find alien life and do all this before somebody accidentally pushes the button of nuclear war. You want us to ensure food security, fight poverty, control population, eliminate crimes against women and generate an environment of social, economic and political stability and equality. In short, you want us to spend our entire life cleaning the mess you made, a mess which threatens our existence and that of various other species on this Earth. You have left us on such an edge, that we cannot afford to make any mistakes because you have made so many of them already. But even after all this, the fact that pains us the most is that you still get to keep that ego, you still get to act on your selfishness and you still get to pretend that there is nothing gravely wrong with the world you pass on to us, nothing that we cannot fix. You may not think yourselves to be God, but you sure do think us to be Jesus, sent on Earth to save it again, this time from God himself. The irony of the situation is that you want us to behave as adults and take responsibility when you are the ones acting childish, threatening each other with nuclear forces, not wanting to share your resources with those who need them and spending a moon to send a car to space instead of finding a technology to remove Carbon Dioxide from the atmosphere. We plead you if there is any heart buried in that mass of flesh and any guilt in that heart, stop this cowardice and lend us a hand in cleaning this mess. Yours sincerely, The Youth. www.inkdrift.com PAGE 12
INK DRIFT MAGAZINE Once Upon A Time in February Anupama Sarkar In February, the weather does a somersault. Old leaves are shed; most of the trees adorn a bare look, while small plants bear seasonal flowers. The wind blows dust and pollen, and the entire atmosphere acquires a mysterious look, covering the green land with a layer of amber dust. The yellows and browns, alternate with the greens and an inspiring message of positive and negative emerge, walking hand in hand. Naughty wind plays with one and all, embracing the fallen and caressing the blossoms. It feels as if nature is contemplating an overhaul. Enough of sad, gloomy, dry and wintry days, here comes the ever refreshing spring. As I slowly descend from my rickshaw, admiring the driver’s skill to keep it running, despite blinding dust storm, I am surprised to find a tiny yellow flower blooming right next to my door, in the open, sandy area, separating the road from the drain. It is a delicate plant, with peculiar heart-shaped leaves and a frail-looking stem. The green leaves are soothing, the contrasting yellow charming. I am drawn towards the pea-sized, five petal flower, as if in a trance. Its appearance is dainty, but even more surprising is the timing. At high noon, when the dust storms build up, almost everyone looks for shelter, but here is a fragile soldier of nature, standing tall against the harsh realities. PAGE 13 www.inkdrift.com