Month: February 2014

Thoughts and Actions

Me, trying to wrap my senses around Lacrimosa, before choir practice. Man, sprinting down the stairs, and then towards my compartment. Man: Hayooda ? Hayooda? Hayooda? Me :Nahin, nahin! Bombardier! Man, skids to a halt just outside the door. Doors close. The train shimmies out of Rajiv Chowk. I turn around to find a hundred faces asking me the…