End of line, 2022


December 31, 2022 See all posts

Annual message from Aryan Singh, towards the end of the year.

A man staring towards the sky standing at the edge of a cliff

Just as the bell rang, the time before. Just as he swept her off the floor. It’s that time of the year again, the time to let go of the grudges we hold, the feud with you brothers and sisters. It’s time to let go of her memory. A spring in my walk, hope in my eyes. It’s that time of the year again, just as before. Good Night, Calcutta!

~ Aryan Singh on