the colors can only be happy, and life may only be throbbing.
(early evening, kanyakumari)
A time that never marches ... and the wind keeps howling.
Loyalty, honesty, sweat, toil, protests, independences, ...,
and scum of the earth. Water, water everywhere: the sea, the tears,
the flat lands where winds blow always.
- Ankur Agarwal
more moments can be found
in Ankur's blog:
("coin de chair" meaning "flesh corner" literally in French)