Mother of all coincidences, eh? Easter egg hunters, connect the comic to Lawrence Fishburne. This story is set in an alternate history Bangalore of the late 1970s. You may link to this work.

I am the guy your orthodox relatives disapprove of. The guy with the long curly hair and two-day stubble, clad in a black T-shirt with a violent illustration on it. The guy who listens to Metallica, Megadeth, Maiden and Motorhead.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010. So, yeah, basically, I am just like everyone else. I read my newspapers carefully. Hope its not too soon though. Still full from the dinner last night. Sunday, November 8, 2009.

Saturday, March 15, 2014. Things, all around me, falling apart;. Harder I try, heavier they fall. Two disintegrating suns, and an isolated moon,. And yet the shadows always lengthen; yours and mine. I unscream, and a door creaks, shutting out light. Grab at the rusty knob and the door creaks on still. Eternal clouds rise, and hush my mind. But those raspy voices are all over me, still. I wish it were only my dream, you know.

Its all there for us to see, sometimes we choose to write it down. On Friday, May 18, 2012. My earliest memories are that of. Buying kilos of it during our summer vacation as my sister and I stood and watching as he bargained almost every day in the morning at about eleven-ish with the dusky , betel nut chewing woman who sat our spacious verandah in Salem, with its classic black and white mosaic asking one of us to get water to quench her thirst. Bck home in Bangalore,.