Unchoked
Brontosaurus from Jack Dunphy on Vimeo . I see the reflection of the city of my face. In that face, I see the 6 year old with dried up tears getting his shirt changed by his aunt, as the Madras Mail chugs off the Howrah station. I know I have just seen my father, I am not sure when will I see him again. All I knew was he was running and crying and telling me that it's going to be okay. It certainly turned out to be okay, baba. Your son became an outstanding individual of the society, who didn't take any punch to his face or an insult to his gut. He didn't run his life while blaming "them", or her or life and did what he was expected to do. Instead, he fumbled, faultered and kept finding more ground to cover as he lunged ahead. I've commited so many mistakes that I could literally write a book about those. There are plenty of witnesses and corroborators who will correct me, I am sure. However, I'd not hide them. I am not proud of them, but they are ther
