Vijay's Notes

You there.

Mother.

In the pocket of an old red bag, I keep a few of my treasured memories.

I had met this person before, yet he was a stranger, From the land where I’m from – making do in a different land.

The face you see.

Listen up.

“Why isn’t there a theory to shut the fuck up?”

Private Equity is a clean cut villain.

…When I should be punching through the goddamn bag.

I walked by the beach in Brighton.