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Searching for god

(with apologies to Ginsberg, Eliot and the rest of the gang that’s been looking for an angryfix)

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Note

It’s uncanny, almost ridiculous. The sight of a city creeping up on you like a cocked gun in the dark. Always when you’ve forgotten that familiar reek of something not quite right. Of the grime, the filth, the death, the … Continue reading

Posted in Atyachar, Bombay, City, Could be verse, epiphany, Gothamisation, hypocrisy, middle class mithya, nasha, night, One Bad Day, picture abhi baaki hain mere dost, why? | Tagged , , , , , , , | 10 Comments