The Man From Nowhere

“See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honour  Like twisted vines that grow  Hide and swallow mansions whole…” — James Hetfield, The Memory Remains He came from nowhere and he didn’t know where he was headed. He seemed lost, confused, a paper boat caught in a hurricane, with turmoil eroding the last traces

Here And There…

Three days have passed since I came back to Bangalore after spending nearly a year in New York and I am already feeling he difference. The first thing that grabbed me when I walked out of Bangalore Airport was the crowd – NY was sleepy compared to this; the people, the sounds, the casual disregard

A better place…

Eight months of my life have been a blur. I vaguely remember being happy for some time, and I distinctly remember pain. There had been moments of self-pity and loathing, but I can’t be sure. It’s all a haze. There was also something akin to love. I think I’m sure of this. Bits and pieces