I Speak.

                   The Unknown No one knows what the best way is, No not even me. The intoxication of the unknown, It is highly deleterious; Where are its roots? Where is it heading to? Maybe it is not even there. Mystery is a solace comparatively, Hanging by a thread on a cliff the easier way; Chasing a trail-less prey with loaded guns Or trailing a fugitive. The undisguised beauty of the disguised Its merciless inimical treatment. At least the winds could have given a hint, Its chilling touch I would have withstood; Spare me, will you?                                                                              ---- Toshi O Lkr.

Traveler speakes  Omg!! They are teerrrorist!!! Bhai they are....shit man we are in trouble....hey bhaiya they are evidence wala...terrorist right???. ..reacted my 2 mins 'hey bro' friend who looked more like a young Punjabi less like Andhra. We were just getting to know each other in the usual way we used to start knowing a stranger until this chained men showed up in our coach with a number of securities giving them company which made my almost friend freaked out and changed his seat. Sunny seems to be his name.  I didn't react much but soon after a family shifted to our boggy seeing them panic I almost lost my composure and started to think of things which might happen. They looked like any other Mussulman man but with their hand ornaments(chains) they somehow looked horrifying. Like all Muslims are stereotyped to be terrorists or suicide bombers it wasn't difficult for the civilians around me to call them ' adangvatis ' and were giving their own best ass