day after tomorrow, i'll get older... right now, i just want to drown... i want to resign, quit, surrender.. just dont feel upto everything that i have loaded myself with. maybe its the cold, maybe i'll be better tomorrow...
Sunday, December 11
sometimes you can make love to a particular shade of purple, sometimes sounds expand in your head and lift you off you feet - most feelings are emotional manifesations of physical realities, the smell of rain runs its course through my body and make my fingertips dance
Saturday, December 10
OF PEOPLE AND PLACES
Nostalgia is a hope that weathers
bombay is the beginning of the world
kolkata is howrah station and taxi rides through nightmarish traffic