A kid's mintY LyF... a whole new perspective with a difference...

retrospection to those times, one can always crib about the lost or could ponder over the best of them. nostalgia dupes the mind of those, especially away from the 'what could have beens' into an abattoir of regret.

• remembrance of the dusky breeze..


• the scent of the clover claded earthen dust...


• those many tea and cigarette joints...


• closed group of friends...


• the tangential understanding of the unscrupulous mind...


• relentless strive towards carefree spirit with differentiated motif...


• the examinations and questionairre suspects...


• the heart-throbs and the heart-breaks beyond the circumscribed frames...


• the winding journeys on multiple rollers...


• the periodical string sessions in a sqwat circle...


• those many hours of romanticism on her gentle lap...


• the fest, the rock band, the squiffy nights...


• late entries at home...


• unbounding thoughts of owning the world in palm-span...

beyonds the boundaries as one takes a step forward, down comes the virtual paradise crashing in competitions to strive amongst the clogged mob, who persevere in the run after the many dollars and pounds as one pertains. but, surprisingly. none in a persue of a happy life. somewhere down the line, it is them, the once upon a time carefree pep, who are unsually the unknown to each other.

what brings them together are the pegs of whisky, a rainy aftrnoon or a breezy weekend evening or a sleepless late night on a balcony guarded by the sinister palm, lit up by the full moon, and lonely smiles within the confining concrete.

what brings them together is the juncture of numerous NOSTALGIA.