Some writing of Saroj Kant Mohapatra

Faces light up the screen— Flickering fragments of fleeting selves, adrift in the ceaseless stream.   A chance collision, molecules at a synapse, stirs the sleeping giant within— a mind weighted with dreams, its depths rising to wakefulness. A whisper unfurls, then takes flight, shaping the void with incandescent words— etching light across the dark, before dissolving into ether.   A spark, brief yet eternal: once, and no more.