no no my heart
not the blazing sun
nor the brightest star possible
lets glow like a mellow moth
and wade through the night
to that beacon, this heaven’s delight
not the blazing sun
nor the brightest star possible
lets glow like a mellow moth
and wade through the night
to that beacon, this heaven’s delight
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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