Thursday Blog

Friday Fury 25.7.14

When I was growing up I used to be scared of the absolute silence of night. Even in Delhi, there were few hours of absolute silence. When the world felt like “toomb”? That was the hour when I silently begged for any signs of human movement outside, the whistle of the nightwatchman was mostly the only relief.

Where are those hours?

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