Tonight I see a shadow of me against the wall. Actually half shadow. There’s no one at the terrace, just me, my breath, and dim phone light. I see the bats hovering over and empty roof tops. I always wonder what so important can people be doing inside their build up walls that they never […]Read More Breathing Skin Deep
What do you call strange? A man walking by your side singing 90’s hymn. Or a little guy who met your eyes, in the mid of sunlight, begging with arms held high. I call them the common strangers. The ones who are strange not by ones nature, but just by knowing. We don’t know them […]Read More Strangers 2.0
How oft do you see men walking through the streets having eyes begging to be met. How oft do you see them roaming half-naked, not showing but showcasing their open wounds. Not clanking money in their pockets or whatever vessel they hold, but walking shamelessly, barefoot, with something below the waist. And with it they […]Read More Painting pictures of beggars down the street!
From one sip to two, from neat to bottom’s up, from being in a mood to get into mood, how far can we excuse to drink it to death. Till the very last breath, will you still be holding a cigarette in your hand, and pour the rum down your neck. Shouting cheers and clashing […]Read More Half filled!