In the vanity of darkness, when light plays but an attendant role, the mind wanders. To seek evidence of what once was, to look for predictions of what will be, and to sigh and reconcile that this is all there is.
In such times, I google for words such as Wednesday or diamante or stuffed figs. Searches take me to strange places. I listened to 'Bad' by U2 this evening for the very first time.
Also through some strange coincidence (and I don't believe in those), I came across this poem on Shekhar Kapur's blog: http://www.shekharkapur.com/blog/archives/2005/12/my_wealth.htm#more
It's only appropriate that the guy who writes stuff like this would've directed 'Masoom'.
In such times, I google for words such as Wednesday or diamante or stuffed figs. Searches take me to strange places. I listened to 'Bad' by U2 this evening for the very first time.
Also through some strange coincidence (and I don't believe in those), I came across this poem on Shekhar Kapur's blog: http://www.shekharkapur.com/blog/archives/2005/12/my_wealth.htm#more
It's only appropriate that the guy who writes stuff like this would've directed 'Masoom'.
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