The Irony

That evening I stood there at the Howrah bridge, Holding that rail and watching to Hooghly flow wide and deep, My loss my mine alone, It hadn’t changed a thing for anybody else, the crowd was still the same, No one stopped and bothered to ask ‘Are you alright’ everyone was in a rush, the […]

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The software engineer who sold his soul for a pack of cigarettes

Not everyday you see a  European Ramp Model look-alike sipping Whiskey in a Desi Bar (TASMAC ) somewhere in the  in the Outskirts of Coimbatore. … The first thought that crossed my mind is that  another Foreigner who came soul searching to India , Without the knowledge  that people here still had no clue that […]

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