Sunday, October 28, 2012


Each journey brings you back to your own door.

Bus rides which lets you know that the trusted 'gut feeling' is just some random fear which masquerades in glittery robes... Yellow fields, dirty alleys, deep fried charms, green trails which will move with you till your legs collapse, best chaat in the world served with a hint of stomach bug…

They let you in, merge with your story and then just seep in to become footnotes. They aren't there to clean the broken bits, to throw out the trash, to fill in gaps.

May be the most incorrigible bits of the story are also the most interesting. That which we feel which is beyond comprehension of most might be the most experimental parts in life's installation piece.