“Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of a miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of our reveries, and the convulsive movements of our consciences? This obsessive ideal springs above all from frequent contact with enormous cities, from the junction of their innumerable connections.” – Charles Baudelaire
Hinglaz Bardoloi 