Ding dong bell (part 1)

Location: The Zenana gardens of Rajgarh palace, in the year 1970 It is 3 am, my favourite time of the night. A time, when people are in deep sleep, with their guards down. I like to look in on them...little sheep, ripe for slaughter. I love being me. It means that I can go where…

A letter to my ten year old self

Hey kid, You don’t know me yet, but you will, some years later. You and I, we are the same person, with a few changes. I have so many things to tell you. I wish I could tell you all of this in person, but, that will probably scare the crap out of you, and…