She stood in the doorway drinking from a bottle clear water that felt like liquor for reasons obscure even to her—failure, jealousy, regret? Confused and sad, looked outside in a sideways glace, beyond the metal door outside the glasspanes that made a wall for the opening into the verandah, the night was a deep inky… Continue reading A deep blue night
First thoughts on the movie. Contains expletives, discretion advised.
Poem. Hindi (Devanagari).