
sometimes, i know i can paint a thousand poems that day and yet don’t feel spilling a single word…
hmmm, its that kinda day today.
will be back with more stuff soon.
more heart, more pain, more love, more life, more of me… and in between all this, more of you ЁЯЩВ
perhaps.
its two days of holidays back to back. sunday. then dusshehra and gandhi jayanti fall on the same day. so, happy holidays.
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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