Starlight and Moonshine

  Life is imperfect. Life is Scary. Life is electrifying. Life is everything you want it to be. You and your friends, drinking away the nights, smoking away the days, dreaming about the good old times are just a small part of a big chaotic universe. You have a burning rage, a heart torn apart like the pages of an old Victorian novel, roaring agony that you hold so dear. You wear facades of happy to veil the shades of gloom and despair. You tell her you talk less when you feel so timorous and sweat oceans of fear. You hold her so dear, so close, so near, you feel her love laden breath on your beating heart. But your friends warn you this is just the beginning. The quiet before the storm. The change before the norm. The rain before the hurricane. You listen, you fathom. Is this the beginning of the end? Over the bustling streets of Mumbai, the beating hearts of the Chaiwallahs, and the loud thunder of the rain, you hear your thoughts. The lights of the night fade away, the chai...