"The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river" T.S.Eliot
Everything I know I learnt in an old movie theatre Indore's summer spreading over our backs like butter and I five years old I learnt:
Lust SeductionLove Longing Sadness Drugs (heehee)
The Dark Side
Begum Akhtar sang my dreams to sleep Jadugar Anand was the talk of the town Hot winds from the desert would keep us hiding in our house for days or running to the theatre where it was cold. Now it's a multiplex. "pretty paradise to put up a parking lot"