I still wonder about conversations.
I look back at the years gone by… and the most cherished memories carry conversations… on the terrace in the middle of the night, across the table filled with glasses of old monk, in trains, out on streets… with people, with plants, with my dog, with a bird and many a time, just with myself.
Reminded of Mark Twain’s words, “Lets stop communicating for a while, so that we can have a conversation.”
I invite you in…
…and as you read my words, please do keep in mind that I never tell the truth, and I never lie.
pravaha 