With the fading lights of a slow evening this city is getting ready for another night of noir distractions and subconscious fairs…
The boulevard is flowing with some human heads.
We have been here for last three hours drinking and talking about intimate fears,
trying hard to find ourselves inside the perimeters of each other.
It’s good to talk to someone about meaningless stuffs…
It’s good to feel the eyes of a stranger on you.
I have never found myself in me…I have never found myself in others,
now it’s just a mere passing through the flames as a drunk craftsman…
Without introspections…without speculations of people’s memories.
‘So tell me about drugs…tell me are there any glorious words after the puffs of cleaning junks?’
‘I don’t do drugs…there are no spaces for drugs,
I drink and I fill my yards with trees and vines from the last words of every magicians.’…i really do.
I know after more beers and after more naked talks my animal will try to get hold of her’s…
I know we will start to forget each other under the sheets; being helplessly addicted to young and shaped skins.
I know I will…I know we both will be always in love with this particular evening of large and unreal interactions…
I know we will always smile for this moments of finding eternities.

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Photograph: Priyanjana Pramanik.