Pune was surreal - if Time ever stood there, he'd be motionless. Utpal filing FIRs for stolen mobile phones. Nikhil's guitar and talk. Aniket on trekking. Mr Brownstone..
but, if they brought forth one big simmering pot to melt, blend or dissolve everything that we had got, reforged all you were, and all I was not would it be easier on us all?
The masses have their religion, so I chose my opium. But I was wrong - one must choose consciousness.
the dirt settles, the waters get clear inebriety takes on new meanings, year after year holding on to those who hold you dear incapable of love, of laughter, mirth or tear.