when more sundays have walked by and many more weekends have merged into memories, i’ll still look back at a lazy afternoon, when me & dee sat along a lonely dirt road with a stray dog for company; when the ground below turned into a workbook on which we played scribbles with thin brown twigs; and when what matterred more were not the years to come, but the moments themselves.
in the middle of a tiring weekend of a tiring life, those few hours served as a balm on a tired mind, as a calm within a tired soul; and when many more years have flown by, i’ll still look back at these memories and smile a tired smile.
and smile, a tired, sarcastic smile. hmmm.
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Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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