Rain, Rain

The rains are finally here. Not feebly trying to encroach into summer and hastily retreating forces, but here in all its burgeoning grey, brobdingnagian glory. Who doesn't love rain? Who doesn't love lazing around? And who doesn't love good literature? So, to celebrate, I've put together a few excerpts from some of my most-loved poetry, …

The Grey Envelope

This is what Armageddon looks like. From the 23rd floor. Of Essar House.Oh, and there was a fire in the middle of a mountain somewhere to the east. Loving this day. I think it's unnatural to be brimming with this much glee at the thought/sight of an impending Apocalyptic-looking scene, but I think fellow Mumbaiites …