Bombay was thick with the air of sinuous mourning and this nostalgic feeling of lurking catastrophe. I bid goodbye to its rarely empty streets under the shadowy dawn sky. I had to wrench myself away from a dream that leaves me enchanted, dreamt by a secret love for the city.
My journey forward is the agenda for the month. I am now in Kolkata, at a friends quaint place. The cloudy romance is receding but I grapple with it, pulling myself closer, pushing it away. It all seems beautiful.
Can hardly imagine being sad again.
(18th November 2012)
My journey forward is the agenda for the month. I am now in Kolkata, at a friends quaint place. The cloudy romance is receding but I grapple with it, pulling myself closer, pushing it away. It all seems beautiful.
Can hardly imagine being sad again.
(18th November 2012)
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