I don't like to be greedy between two books. I try to remain enveloped in the after mist for at least some time before picking up a new book.
If Spring Comes, Can Summer Be Far Behind?
I turned 33 this year. I live in a touristy-hill-station-y town. In the Hindi movies we, folks of this town, go to school quite late.
The following is an extract from a letter the writer sent his mother.
If I could, I would.
But I won't.
For I can stay in forever
And never be found out.