Lean bodies, torsos, tattoos, the heavy footsteps pacing before combat, deep drawn breaths, jaws moving with last minute adjustment of the guard inside their mouth, tugs and loosening of arms, furtive dance-like movement of legs as a warm up in the few minutes leading up to the bell strike and the gaze. Every single contestant [...]
Rain. Tram. Calcutta. About the rest, I must write.
‘Rohanta- golden - his relationship with his parents’The narrative in the Rohantamiga Jataka.
Dude s at work. But this seems an appealing way to see the city.
“I’m actually a scientist.”Yeah bro. We were finding it hard to believe.
At the barber’s - “Close your eyes.”And was born again.