Where the day flows

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Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose, only time

Only Time by Enya

A rather old photograph – 2, or perhaps, even 3 years – taken while riding a rickshaw somewhere in North Campus, Delhi University. I don’t remember much from the day, but I do remember that reaching college was a mammoth task for it rained cats and dogs and horses and elephants.

Photograph taken with an old Nokia cellphone.

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Stars, up on heaven’s boulevard

In memoriam, N.

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I can’t look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all, I know you’ve gone too far

– Stars by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

PS: The photograph is actually a macro shot of a handful of glitter.

2 am

togetherness

“It was our personal triumph. We had achieved something no one could. We could create so perfect an illusion of physical togetherness that sometimes the real thing fell short of it.”

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Note 1: Post-processing in Picasa (I don’t know how to use anything else).

Note 2: The quote comes out of a little write-up I wrote at 2 a.m. tonight. Hence the title.