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Old friend, I miss you. I vividly remember the days, the walks and the talks. You taught me so many things without really teaching me anyth...

Dance. The only love of my life. It's my blood. Oxygen. Breath. Pulse. It is what I am made for; molecule by molecule forming subunit...

Funny how many words I have typed till now and then pressed Shift+Home and Delete after that! There's confusion. There's contrast. ...

We sat under the dim light, he and I. The music could be heard from the other room. Sometimes strong, sometimes soft, Sometimes emotiona...

When I was a kid I had lit up a countless flames inside. And every day I dreamed with my heart burning with aspirations. And every night ...

I bleed every night. And in the morning I find myself among the brown stains. I am supposed to be shameful, but I am not.

"Why aboli ?" "Because you are not the screen. You are the projector."

It was a huge mental effort, to strip down, bare my heart and stand with shame and vulnerability as my only armours.

When she returned at the twilight, she found him engrossed in his work and then she loved him even more.

There are just as many wrongs as there are the rights. A turn is both a left and right. Depends on which direction you are coming from.

There has to be a feel. An emotion. A drama. Love. There has to be a story. Characters. And a hero. There has to be a reason. Decisions. ...

When you do something, you belong somewhere, to some clan. When you change, you change your clan. The sense of belonging keeps moulding. Th...

It was a foolish talk. A foolish expectation. A foolish fakeness. A game of fools. And guess what....I won.

an exquisite surrender... like a tear drop under the spell of gravity...

I asked them if they want to be grown. Came the reply: We have no purpose. So I slaughtered and buried them under the old banyan tree.

It didn't seem nice I wouldn't have done that But my heart won't allow me the sin So I'll forgive and try to forget And...

Sometimes the shadows of anonymity are much more interesting than the resplendence of familiarity.

When you read to me that night, you touched me deep inside without letting your hands off that yellow paper. It was slow and gradual, like ...

I love going out alone, eating alone, sometimes talking to strangers or feeding the street dogs, watching kids play in the park and the eld...

May be tomorrow I'll dance, to the tunes which never played. But today I need to wait. Patiently.