It won’t be summer without her,without her voice; soft, lilting,slow to speechyet animated at times,like clouds suddenly clearing. It won’t be summer without her,without her smile; lost, thoughtful,like the evening’s first breezeflitting by and by,lifting even the gloomiest moments. It
There’s this song in my headand all its notes are blurred,yet as the words in it fade,it still strains to be heard. In the dark it glows and flows,like trails of rusty tears,while its chorus forever singsof all my deepest
For those who have no clue what this is all about, Gandu is a Bengali movie directed by Quashiq Mukherjee aka Q. It is 90 mins of B/W and a vocal jackhammer. It is already creating waves internationally, but don’t
And there are voices in the night. The wind. The chimes. The dogs barking. The trees rustling. But I can’t hear them unless I’m on the terrace. The fan, running at full speed for the first time this year. Fingers
