I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
Delhi-based conflict writer. Author of "Hello, Bastar: The Untold Story of India's Maoist Movement" (Tranquebar Press), and co- author of Hachette India's non-fiction book of 2010,"The Absent State".
I remember, one day While sitting Just like that You made on A pack of cigarettes Kept on my table A sketch of a plant Come and see it now A flower has apppeared on it ~ Translated from Gulzar's Koi Baat Chale...
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