Athisiyam

Athisiyam!", says a tired voice Breaking the morbid silence Of the sleepy small town rail station. A lone figure, in an old, dirty Perhaps hand-me-down sweater, Moves slowly down the platform. Shattering the immobility Of the queer, unmoving station. His movement reflects burden Of mind and of body. His grey hair and shrill voice fading, [...]

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Origin: the music

Days and nights hardly matter when one travels in a company of ludicrous, wanton and eternally spontaneous bunch of people (read Origin) - because one can't tell when the night ended and day broke! Perhaps there were no days or nights with them, they were there to mock, jibe, jeer and taunt when I was [...]

Origin: To Coimbatore

For the first time ever, I was going to bunk an entire day of college - the first time in my one and half year tango with SASTRA University. However, I had a good reason to do so. I'm traveling to Coimbatore with my band, Origin. We were going to compete in Yugam, a fest [...]