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The streets of Chandni Chowk, Delhi.

On a highway to hell?! Or to heaven?!

In death, he gets shitted on by pigeons! And well, not many of us get a statue.

My infatuation with the university campus knows no bounds!

He’s gone; the Lord
He has left.
He’s in the mountains, alone.
He’s not looking down, nor up.
Not right or left.
He’s looking inside. Looking.
He’s smiling.
He’s sad, and angry. But not happy.
He’s smiling, the Lord.
He has left.
He’s in the mountains.

What do you do when you see your reflection;
Not in the water, or a mirror either. But
In a person.
Its almost like seeing a ghost.
What do you do then?
Reach out?
Try to grab it?
Talk to it?
Or do you scamper off in your closet? Scared.