#$%* you, Vishal and Shekhar Early morning. Maybe 7 A.M or thereabouts.
White seagulls across the grey skies that melt into the grey sea. A continuum all around of grey tones, dark and dank. In the middle of the crowded city, a place of absolute, total, terrifying aloneness. The bus stop at Haji Ali, across the road from the famous mosque. A strip of land leading into the sea and instead of into nothingness,...
by Nikhil. V at October 2nd, 2009 at 06:10 am