Its a wednesday evening in Mumbai. Dusk as it falls, feathers darkened dust on us all. I can feel its twilight, close upon my shoulders.
Read MoreI see people talking at each other and not to each other anymore.
Read MoreIts a wednesday evening in Mumbai. Dusk as it falls, feathers darkened dust on us all. I can feel its twilight, close upon my shoulders.
Read MoreI see people talking at each other and not to each other anymore.
Read More