About Me
- Hermit Chords
- Once an indefatigable burner of paper; player of well-timed backfoot flicks with office-printouts; brewer of gentle teas; ghost on Marine Drive, talking in Parsi cafes; pretender shuffling between sneakers and leather, ink-pen and Outlook, here and elsewhere, monologue and meeting. South Indian boy born with a cold, not quite a boy anymore, with a long nose and a lost look and two extra hankies.
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