Harit was a dream, a vision shared by a myriad of young minds. It was much more than just a bunch of papers attached together - it was our voice. A voice that reached over to many other institutions - Hare School, Sister Nibedita School, Vidyasagar College, Manindra College, Goenka College, Calcutta Girls' School - to name a few. A voice strengthened by the blessings of eminent authors such as Kinnar Roy and Sadhan Chattopadhyay. But Harit fell asleep. This sleep was just a fleeting phase like the lull before the storm. Young minds grow, some grow old, but some are kept youthful by younger minds. Thus old memories are revived, and some memories come out of the past to become real again.

Harit is a dream. A dream actualised. Print is replaced by the web with the essence remaining the same. It still is the voice of the new, the different, the voice of people who dare to go against the flow. The significance is perhaps enhanced by the fact that it has now become a bridge. A bridge not only over time, but among people who share the one great legacy - that of Hindu School. It is also a link, a glimpse for those who are not fortunate enough to be a part of a tradition that began in 1817, that saw history - indeed, made history - and that still shines as the cradle of genius.