The words are crisis, gripe, and stall. The sundown saw the dark of distant rain. The hand of crisis gripping at our hearts. And shaking us before the phone even rang. The fear that strikes our ears like abstract art. Devoid of meaning - dripping muddled paint. Dark clouds heavy with the storm about to start.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015. I bought the entire album, Strange Desire, just after hearing one song on it because the feel was so unlike whats out there now in mainstream, and I was intrigued. Wow, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Bleachers managed to make an entire alb.

Memories are just a Click Away. Retinal Imprints Of A Wandering Mind. I am travelling this weekend, hence would not be posting any memes till monday. I hope to click a lot of snaps during my visit to the in-laws. Lets hope I can share some with you all too. Friday, August 13, 2010. Tuesday, August 10, 2010.

Dad and his Bachda trying to figure the world and themselves out! August 9, 2010. Posted by deewane in Uncategorized.