A constant is a constant
because you are not noticing
that you change.
Otherwise wouldn’t the constant
seem to change?
It’s still the same constant.
It’s you who stopped growing.
Born to humble but industrious parents, the delusional Adreyo has
grand hopes of becoming a world-famous poet and lunching with Mark
Wahlberg (not necessarily in that order). He lives in Kolkata,
suffering nightmares induced by too much exposure to Bronte and
Durkheim and other forms of indigestion during his university years.
He has been published in Fat City Review, Danse Macabre and Kritya.