The hum of the engine is a lullaby carried through cold metal, a hymn to something more sacred than the rewritten words of long forgotten prophets. 134 more words
Tags » Night Drive
We arrived early and sat right at the back of the truck. Amos, our driver, hands me a spotlight.
“There’s lots of gogos that fly to the light, but don’t worry they swallow well. 209 more words
Malshej Ghats… an impromptu journey
A sad Sunday afternoon it was after two years that Junaid & I had rekindled our friendship & brotherhood again. He introduced me to his friend Mithilesh who turned out to be a like-minded person with the intellectual & travelling chops. 854 more words