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The Stranger
He wore long curls under a hair band and old fashioned jeans with wide trousers folded in a hem that half sagged as if unsure of the Times. Sunlight fell in his uncombed locks needing a wash but it didn’t matter. It had an educated look about it, casual disgrace. It was the funeral of Continue reading
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Tribute to a fabulous Human we had the privilege to call our Brother.
We drive off Commercial street (Bangalore, Peninsula India), 3 pm, mid a month’s Lockdown- the streets are clutter free, we are armed with ID and saying ‘Nice!’ through the pain of losing our precious brother Sam. Yes, he would’ve approved. “No big church service, just like he’d want it. No suit…” quiet words from his Continue reading
