Kill Pillai

It was a cool December night in Pune when I stepped out of the theatre after a much awaited screening of Kill Bill Vol. I at the Pune International Film Festival. QT's violent and lyrical imagery swam all about me: his films are such that the milieu seeps into you, and you emerge holding a thousand misplaced grudges to all those around you - each human is a body waiting to be... Trying to shrug myself of such dark and demonic thoughts, I pulled my coat around me and crossed the road towards the special parking area to retrieve my vehicle and be off - the time was 10:30 pm.

He came out of the dhaaba, and immediately felt the scythe of the cold wind. He jammed on his old and trusted hat, and wrapped his shawl about him tightly, but it proved little defence against the desert winds. He walked in desolation to the stables where he had tied his faithful horse and left it with a clutch of grams-and-grass.

There wasn't much traffic except for those fellow cinemagoers who were leaving the cinema house after the different night shows at the multiplex.

Still in progress