War
Caught in a maelstrom of emotions Held back by taut words In the familiar company Of a familiar stranger I see beads of water drip Down the sides of our glass Like reason sliding off words Which have tasted blood.
Dear Mumbai
for four years, I have called you home. my roots might lie elsewhere, but here i learnt to fly. here i learnt to never compromise on the things which matter, or the people who do. here i fell in love,
[Dead Letter Sessions] Passing Afternoon/Iron & Wine
Of course, there had to be at least another Iron & Wine song since Cinder and Smoke. I had started deconstructing the layers of this song on my way back from Pune in May, and while this was initially supposed
[Dead Letter Sessions] I Don’t know/Lisa Hannigan
Both Ritu and I love this song. It was also one of the first songs we had jammed to together (and I think I fell in love with her voice because of the way she sings it). It’s surprising that
