Strangers with Pizza boxes.

It's high time we started talking to one another. While the first half of this century will be famous for introverted artists, that's not how the real stories will survive. In this poem, I talk about strangers and stories. It goes something like this: "If you look carefully when walking on a busy street, you'll see rainbow kite strings around the neck of every stranger...."

Not all dates are the same.

It's very tough to remember how a conversation played out when it has been a few years and you've not even thought about it once. Luckily for me, I had a map that helped me remember every important detail. This map was made out of lyrics and tunes that we sang together. There was an instrumental, an upbeat tune, a Hindi nomad song, and two story-telling ones. Read the story to remember the conversation with me.....