Each time that I strive for answers, the changing colors of the sea tell me that I am not alone in my dubiety! That I too like the sea, am a creation of leisure that has always been interpreted in haste!
Just when I thought the ‘story’ was over, the book tumbled out of my hands. An old pressed flower intact – as if the life I sought to deny was … Continue reading
There’s a silent mental preparation I do whenever I go out dining with new set of people. As I put final touches to my ‘maggi curls’ I stands in front … Continue reading
Ya ok fine, there were camera, there was natural light and we spoke in crisp English and hoarse voices, looking like perfectly exhausted martyrs trying to re-create the 1919 scene … Continue reading