Love

I am not much into celebrating days, tragically yesterday happened to be the Valentine day. A day for lovers to express their love, to emote the unsaid and sometime think of what’s been through. A few days ago somebody asked me of love and why does it haunts one so vividly. I thought of it…

The obituary

Note: Its a fictitious letter and bear no resemblance to myself, any friend or anyone. The falling leaves I have to let this go. I am becoming such a burden. For whatever I used to be, I am not the same. For one and all I have realised that life is not a fairytale, it…

Tiny tales – Remorse

Forget me, she said. He forgot her. Sad that he didn’t know she was his world. He forgot her, his world is forgotten.

Tiny tales – Photograph

The frame on the wall. The wallpaper on his screen. The memories in his heart. He kept his love in a photograph.

Begaani

You know you’re in love,  when you make somebody’s else sadness as your sadness. Its when you feel for someone as if it were happening to you, you realise how much that someone means to you. Sach pe kyun jaa raha hai Aah thoda is joot ko jeeke toh dekh le Mohabaat nashili hai badi…

Somebody I Know

Heart. The mechanism that starts working the day you’re born and don’t betrays you until you’re dead. It defines what kind of person you’re going to be. Brain. The mechanism that develop itself onto you with your growth and defines how others will be seeing you. This post is a bit personal to me. ‘Cause…

Happy Birthday

He called her to be with him. She wore her favourite dress for him. Seeing the beauty she is, he got awestruck. She took the passenger side in his car. They drove far and far without a destination in mind. The car stopped and the moonlight dwindling. Before she could ask, he said “I love…

Tiny tales – One

He said love. She whispered lust. He thought trust. She lived. He dies everyday.

Forgotten

I think of you in my every breathe I picture you close, close enough to this soul But to you, I am forgotten Wish you knew, life is more than making ends meet Wish you knew, love is immortal in any  folklore You don’t remember the history we had You never talk of the moments…

The Fading Dreams

What you have is also a dream to many I have seen all three aspects of India, the beautiful yet complicated rural India, the pleasant yet disturbing semi urban India and the final one is the busy yet alone urban India. On one side, there is this kid who after his school helps his father…