Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wikipedia tells us, was a German writer and polymath. However much I love the idea of a polymath, this Johann dude was often wildly wrong like the one time when he said : “The little that is completed, vanishes from the sight of one who looks forward to what is still to do.” Everything [...]
Bound by four walls is our little oasis of love. The air smells of the hunger of a hundred years of longing. Darbari Kanada, the perfect raaga. A touch, two, three, four, building into an embrace. A hesitant kiss, almost doubtful. A second, hurried. She and I, we lose our clothes, and our masks. Shedding shame [...]
Almost sane, totally harmless blabber of a pseudo intellectual psychopath.