The Alipore Post is going on a short hiatus. Au revoir!

The Roads by C.S.Lewis
I stand on the windy uplands among the hills of Down
With all the world spread out beneath, meadow and sea and town,
And ploughlands on the far-off hills that glow with friendly brown.

And ever across the rolling land to the far horizon line,
Where the blue hills border the misty west, I see the white roads twine,
The rare roads and the fair roads that call this heart of mine.

I see them dip in the valleys and vanish and rise and bend
From shadowy dell to windswept fell, and still to the West they wend,
And over the cold blue ridge at last to the great world’s uttermost end.

And the call of the roads is upon me, a desire in my spirit has grown
To wander forth in the highways, ‘twixt earth and sky alone,
And seek for the lands no foot has trod and the seas no sail has known:

For the lands to the west of the evening and east of the morning’s birth,
Where the gods unseen in their valleys green are glad at the ends of the earth
And fear no morrow to bring them sorrow, nor night to quench their mirth.
Art by Howard Behrens
(This is going to be the last email post as The Alipore Post share till mid-August, I'm afraid. This is a much needed break for me to clear out my mindspace so that I can return to the newsletter more inspired than ever before.

I'm going to be travelling to Vancouver, New York and San Francisco, and am looking forward to immersing myself in the experience of being in unexplored places and being laptop-free for the next 4 weeks. If any of you are in these parts and would like to hang out, do write back. It would be a pleasure to meet! :)

Here's to poetry, art, music, and all the sources of magic that keep us going. Good night. See you in a month!)