A short chat with Bombay Bicycle Club frontman Jack Steadman when he was in Mumbai, India.
Two strangers talk about their love of music. Through letters. My latest entry in my new blog, The Quiet Kook. If you like the post, do like and follow for more posts like these.
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It was around 5.30 when I decided to get out of my house and do something. Being on the laptop the whole day inside a little rectangle blue room didn’t make sense to me as it was a Sunday. After barely avoiding the landlady downstairs and saving myself from…
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He was right behind me. I could see his eyes from where I was hidden. They say evil has red eyes signifying pure evil. Hell. But his eyes, they were different. They were blue, almost like the desert around me. Almost like Paradise. But they didn’t bore those kind amiable and angelic eyes. He wanted… Continue reading Snow in his Eyes.
Wrote this for Nu’s lovely new painting. The above is not her’s though. In his window of half remembered memories there was one such memory he kept going back to where he tried every now and then to get a further peek behind the curtains. It was a wonderful morning and he was walking in… Continue reading Girl in the Balcony