It was all books and papers during my college It was Blake's Tyger and Kathleen Raine It was C S Lewis and Ezra Pound youthful, vengeance, romantic Agony sounded good from C M Bowra.
Outsider was simply an insider And then came the Gita And the crimes and sins of Mahabharata The JKs and the Zens I had the same continuing later Banking job and clients' across the desks Wife and shopping, sex and children, salaries and saving...
All were there for me to get into the continuum... So much so, little did I realize that I became paper myself wondering is there anything to write at all... Better to leave it empty.
