One morning..

... There's a strong wind blowing outside..sunless sky, grey pitch road, dark green beetle nut trees nodding hard, paper scraps rustling over the deserted street..our balcony garden is filled with dry leaves, probably it stormed all night..ma called for tea from the dining room...

Today’s song: Guerrilla monsoon

...not a very dedicated listener of electronica and related genres, neither this artist is my favorite in my limited experience of such music. But sometimes only one creation of an artist just comes out somehow and manages to mess your brain forever; a breathtaking audio-visual ride into the monsoon...

Books or Movies? Along came the Series

... Books are endless. Movies are not. Movies can never touch the depth and nuances of a story the way a book can...But sometimes less is more. Surely the characters didn't say every single dialogue, we didn't see every single scene mentioned in the novel, but the heart they brought into the story more than makes up for what was lost in transition of medium...

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