Kangleimaichou

 In that world we met As anxious strangers In that alley we walked Behind our shadows We knew none Its smell was foreign That place was strange Yet the feeling was not The remnants hanged Thick in the walls Layered on the clothes Slowly and slowly They turned history That defines a person You don't sleep Thinking death You don't recall to forget You don't surrender to love Thinking you will lose That you can't choose That you can't disown Who that mocks Knows not the heart

I look for people and gather their tales. It's always a struggle in the beginning to initiate a conversation, but once the trust is won then I enjoy any conversation as much as I enjoy my drink after a long day. I thought I should show my gratitude for wishing me on my birthday and also for being always around with this photograph. I have been in New Delhi, and I think I will be here for quite some time. When I had returned to this city betrayed, intimidated and completely broke, my intention was to pick up a job and spend my mornings revising TALES OF HUMAN MISCHIEF and A CURSED LAND ( both withdrawn), and then to edit IN THE COURTS OF THEIR MAJESTIES. But one morning, a strong anxiety seized me and I sat down to write for months, a romance fiction. I am sharing this post just to inform all of you that I am still around and very much active, and I hope that all the four books of fiction will be out; perhaps by the end of this year.

I'll show up half-inebriated, probably shuffling in my Italian, and I know you will be waiting for me flapping that stamped boarding past of the most affordable flight ticket. We're going to our ‘parents' ' and to pay a visit to our loved ones. I expect the arrival gate to be thronged with people shouting my name and those Kalashnikov and INSAS-wielding lots preparing themselves to hobnob with me. I know your 'executive dad' will be in his 'Indian Pajero', and everyone will be staring at you, the handbag that you bought through the new app; the Fitflop pair which are still trendy in London, and recently launched in the Make In Hinduvta market; and then there are those dark sunglasses which help you veil your rolling eyes when you say those nonsense. But we are going to 'our parents'' and see our long-missed mates. I want to dip my tired feet in the slow current of Sekmai river like those successful corporate dudes you often see in Shuttersto...