Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Mystic of Bandra


He pulls the hair from his face and eats it, but he interferes with no one , he talks to himself , he is always smiling , yesterday two kids picked up stones to hit at him , I gave them a chase , cursing and abusing them.. madness is a crazy thing in an oxymoron haste..these are subjects of my street blogs... people you may not see again , so many of them that come live for a few days on this path than simply disappear as though they never ever existed before..

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