An absolutely staggering late night talk with one of a kind. In the heartland of little India, with queer and silent statues towering over you. A flash waved through me, and I was brought back in time to the pulse of midnight Krabi. Glass cupped in hand, the theories flowed through a vacuum. Effortless and consistent.
Oblivious to the buzz, time reached a still. 60 minutes felt like 5, tea tasted like fresh honey. When this extraordinary feeling hits you, you do feel every molecule’s aura of life. Questions were followed by well delivered answers, till the point where the Creator leaves you hanging. Till the point, where The Creator is the Destructor. Take a breath, read the next sentence. “There’s a thin line between creation & destruction.”
Believe it. That sentence, that thin line.
Flaunt Your Beauty, My Beloved Night 