Rains, electricity failure and darkness. Shruti creates a poetry out of it.
Dark night. Wet, eerie, lonely. Rains lashing. Rains have always scared me.
They wash away with uncaring force- earth, shelter, lives.
I’m indoors, safe. Doors shut. Windows too.
What’s in remains in. What’s out, out.
Archive for July 19th, 2009
I don’t think I’ll ever have courage to travel solo like Scout.
What followed is hazy, but I remember a game of pool, I remember two of the boys stealing a ring and a bracelet for me from one of the unattended stalls and I definitely remember beer. After the match ended, we went to one [...]
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