bittersweet pangy moment of a “jayanagara ladiesu”…the psycho is a non-jayanagara, don’t know why she got included in the A-List…am the only true blue!
sunny Tuesday far far away from my part of the city….left it! Abandoned it
bipin said, very wisely..."when you leave a person, when you leave a place...."
this though...can let go, can never cut loose
The equation is strange…the minute I figure it out, grows into more, many, in every direction
Strange…
And wholesome…..and endlessly gratifying….those nooks n crannies of that locality – I know the texture of every turn there
and those streets…they always made me sinnnnngggggg
Streets are different
You can’t teach them weakness
Can’t make them stop waiting for you
Can’t teach them cruelty
The only object of love you can walk bloody thoughtlessly all over
And then they take you by surprise, throw you down n walk all over you……ache touch under bare feet
They know my feet – those streets – no destinations need to be planned, they just take me places....
ground of free flights
soar
