Friday, April 8, 2011

SEPIA undertones of a colourful life, tussle between the real and the virtual, clash between the conscious and the unconscious, brawl between the id and the super…. “Eros” and “Thanatos” playing hide and seek intertwined in the unknown galaxy of surreal dreams and imaginations.... Time, music, poems, words, lights, feelings all blurring and fading and melting into one another, my senses are once again filled with that strange obnoxious smell of "chatim-phool" in the breeze…. Desperately attempting to reconcile…. I don't have any explanation.... Often wonder if it was a magical moment destined to fade into memory or a miracle quiet never grasped, what ever it was, I do miss it....

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