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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Take care.
aaah! finally an almost post. what goes?
no writing anymore?
came here via agelessbonding -- you really must be an amazing writer if even such a succinct post attracts 3 whole comments! ;)
seriously, though, have liked what i read. cheers!
You made it four! And now it's five. But this has always been a very quiet page- not too many comments or visitors I think. I'm not really sure.
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