Dead chats - Vidhun Purandhar
Returning back to a land, feels like revisiting a memory, once cherished, and very alive. But, on finding it isolated and deserted makes a wandering soul utterly confused. Is this what happened to a group? A faded memory it is now, but once was bustling, a Bengaluru of ideas and creativity, and now a Sahara of past thoughts. Where ideas used to flow like a rushing river, is now dried up. One could pass by, wondering how Such a powerful group, with Powerful thoughts and ideas, evaporate into the deep corners of a human mind. Is it really capable to store memories, or does it kick it in the dust? An inspiring beacon of light would be very upset at the present and the future