When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.
What I'm concerned about is the people who don't dwell on the meaninglessness of their lives, or the meaningfulness of it-who ju
Believe Me, That Was A Happy Age, Before The Days Of Architects, Before The Days Of Builders.
Cinema in India is like brushing your teeth in the morning. You can't escape it.