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Writer, Father. Entrepreneur. Bum. Atheist. Recluse. Garhwali. Foodie. Downloader. Drifter. In no particular order.

21.6.09

bombs and people

In a world without windows, only walls, I tick like a timebomb, waiting for the counter to stop counting. Waiting to explode, words like splinters at supersonic speeds, ripping the dream reality apart. Shards that shred illusions. And then? Silence. Peace perhaps.