Here while I'm away from my self loathing agenda.
Mani Kaul's graceful gaze through layers of transparent walls between two people's lingering gestures and emotions which aimed at the atmosphere as the nostalgic wind blazed the trail. Frail. Faith was well-fought. Walls were crushed. Gazes were met through cracks. And the rest was just two isolated hands trying to touch each other in haste, in waste, in slow motion.