Once upon a time in Paris, I was staying in this airbnb where I had the whole, top-floor flat to myself. The owner was a middle-aged artist with this really amazing jazz collection. On those mellow June mornings while hurrying to get ready (had a whole city to cover) I would play anything from this collection and music would spread through the whole house like molten sunshine.
If I had had more time at hand, I would have just sat there on the floor and gone through each and every record he had. Those few Parisian mornings have been some of the most beautiful ones in my life.
Wishing all of you more beauty in the little, everyday moments of life.
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.