At a protest a few days back.

Comrade V is giving impassioned speech filled with rhetoric.

Comrade V: These are troubled times. The government does not care about the poor. Do you know how much rice costs nowadays?

Woman 1 (from the protestors, shouting into a mike): Rs. 40/- a kg

Woman 2: No, it is Rs. 35/- a kg

Woman 3: No, it actually depends on what rice you buy

*facepalm*

Maybe it is time to stop with the rhetoric. I think it is the same rhetoric my grandfather used in his speeches.

On some days I have this overwhelming urge to write.

Lines construct themselves in my head. They loop around lyrically. Thoughts intertwine. They mesh, they mess.

And then I lose the thread.