A collection of words written across moods, places, people, questions, and the strange need to make sense of everything.
We have all, at least once in our lives, heard or even sung the classic line, “Mai Chori Sundari, kasari bharu pani?” from the song Mai...
Let me start with a question for you readers to ponder about when you were younger, as young as you remember how had you imagined the...
the very last of the rays hit the windowIt desires to shine more,sits behind the curtainsyour eyes to close. It became extremely somber,and inconsolableunable to be...
They were playing bluesover hurdles, subways,and moving trains. A busy city screaming,yet they were all playing. What a disgrace—all of them stompingover muddy puddles. A lot...