My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Charles Bukowski nailed it pretty right!

This is the channel to become The Many One. This is all about love, passion and all things which are happiness.

One day, I’ll write about my inner rumblings; another day, probably what I shot during my last travel. There may be portfolios or music reviews or just me playing drums or composing a track.

Waiting to be killed by this perpetual lover!

Har Har Mahadev.