Shrabanti Ghosal Where do I belong? My ancestral home, the room that holds the breath of my childhood days, the magic wings of teen hood, the ivy hung balcony, the tattered toys, all have turned into debris. My imagined world of love, happiness, despair, possession, have proved their real worth. My envisioned world of equality, liberty and prosperity have met success in oppression, discrimination and isolation. The world of summer breeze, rainy puddles, autumn blooms, winter mist and spring sun, have manifested their faces in dusts and storms. The affection, love, faith that surround embracing our hearts, has loosened our worth This world has nothing for us.