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Issue 25, 2018
Established: 1995
Saturday, November 24th, 2018
We pass it on; small words that form stories and little strokes that make a masterpiece. With each year the fire glows brighter and the traditions stay strong. We strive to constantly adapt and improve ourselves with every passing year. With one rein ending, a new one shall begin bringing with it more stories to tell and moments to capture. -Judah Abujam, Deputy Editor
Illustrator: Pronali Gohain
On Paper
-Tulika Bhargav, Editor-in-Chief The old second-hand bookstore down the street was the precise location of every book in her store. Rue, my reopening or at least that was the word around town. The neighbour and perhaps only friend in town, told me that owner, Ms. Higashi had been a somewhat intolerable lady Ms. Higashi had passed away in her sleep a few months with a cigar in her right hand and a back. Word in a small town could not be walking stick on the other. She contained. had a mean tongue If this was so it would and an exceptionally explain the sudden loud overbearing presence. “closed sign” on the The store was named dusty display window "Tamashi ga ushinawa and why the store had remashita". The phrase been shut for such meant "Souls lost and a long time. In that found." It is said that moment of our daily the human body may afternoon chatter when I fade and turn into dust heard this bit of news, I put but souls simply do not forward a noncommittal, follow that path. They ‘’Um’’ to let Rue carry on travel from one place the one-sided conversation. to another, constantly Rue was like that, someone searching, endlessly who could talk only if she hungry for the purpose of felt like she was being truly truly living and when they listened to. Quite unlike me, do so, they find their way because I conducted most of back, always. Having given my conversations, in silence. it much thought I still I could stare at my ceiling could not understand with its glow-in-the dark as to why such an stickers for hours with a hint unembellished second of Arctic Monkeys playing hand bookstore would in the background. I believe life is always possess such a profound name. better with a background track. Ms. Higashi's place had been unlike a typical book Ms. Higashi and I were never close, in fact, store which contained flawlessly arranged freshly painted we've only had nine short conversations aisles with books sorted according to the genre or the throughout my twenty years of knowing her. That author. Here the books were how Ms. Higashi kept them, afternoon at home, I reached for my hard copy of the classic which was in no particular order. Yet, she was aware of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland” placed neatly inside
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