Friday, November 28, 2014

The time when you are bursting with creative energy and you have nothing to do, or you don’t want to do anything sensible. So, on this day, I got a white t-shirt and a blue marker pen and jot down lines from my favourite poet, Hiren Bhattacharya, in Asomiya.

I wore the t-shirt for a few days, and people did ask me what that was, and then I washed the garment and ink is spread all over. This is what happens to writing.

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