There was a little blog post I wrote, it somehow got erased note by note
In style of the Rhyming Demon Etrigan, from some verse, let me refrain not
The ship made its way by cutting across the waters of Luit and brought me to the heart of Guwahati. The dreamy mind moves toward the dreamland. The village cowherd has broken into a song. Along the ditty of the cowherd, the grandson or may be the great grandson of European civilization, the ship, with its steam driven engine rhythmically beats the…