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Champagne Supernova

To Saturday, 2nd August 2009...

Something as innocuous

As

A fluttering piece of paper*

Escaping from the shirt pocket

Whips up a maelstrom

Fragmentary images

Imagined sounds

Light & dark

Belonging & knowing

A slice of paradise


Song for the moment: The Green Fairy / Swagger like us - T.I

* The paper was a bus ticket from Bombay to Pune for Friday, 31st July 2009.

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girish said…
It's a miracle !! HE comments !!

:) Thanks...

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