“Keep Singing, Because the morning is near. And in this sadness, There is a rhythm. At least be some help to somebody.” This is a translation from a Hindi song (/ref. Gayee Jaa from Brothers (2015)). The sole motive of the lyrics…
What do you see in my eyes shining and sparkling, Your hustling lore of fantasy, a myth? Call me by my name, in your head juggling a piece, Some lent work of art, splendid place to be. Pick out a…