Do you remember those days? We would walk miles together.. rain or sunshine, i would rush out of my tent to find one familiar face - yours. You were my comfort, you were my companion, without even knowing that you were. I don't know when I fell for you, that part is blurry. Maybe it … Continue reading The boy I fell in love with under the stars
Do you believe in people who meet on a random afternoon and fall in love? Haha, I do. Cz well, happened to me. I came across him on a random evening, in a luncheon. He came up to me, extended his arm and said hi and then, his ID. I remembered a msg I had … Continue reading A story of forbidden love
They say, what happens in Bangalore, stays in Bangalore. But the trip felt incomplete without sharing the amazing journey we had, the innumerable fond memories we created and the bonds I build with my colleagues/friends/work besties. I'm sure neither of us realized when we became such good friends from colleagues. This was my first girls … Continue reading Girls’ Trip in Bangalore
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As I stood there with my eyes closed, my senses shut out all the chaos and pandemonium of the outside world. All I could hear was the water crashing against the rocks beneath and all I could feel was the mystic droplets kissing my face. ...................................... There it stood, just beyond my vision's grasp...amidst the … Continue reading The waterfalls of this land
There you standBy the podiumSpeaking in yourVoice so deepAnd a charismaSo charmingThat you've meAnd all your audienceMesmerized! And mesmerize me,You do everyday.And even thoughYour flirtatious glancesAnd touchesAre so very flattering, Yet I can't,But think of youAs this beautifulBag of chips. A can, I daresayOf pringles! I know you taste delicious. Hesitant though, I'm,To open you.For last time,With the … Continue reading A bag of potato chips
painting medium: watercolor on paper.
Grimy pavement stageIn the heart of bustling BangaloreA two-man cast playMuch unnoticed much bore..Not a street theater my friendPoignant real life human dramaOf insanity, innocencePoverty and passionOf unique human relationshipCaptured in vivid panorama..Blind old man, Aamir AliWrinkled and curled upClothes ragged Yet to satiate hunger, in hand a cup..Memory blank like his unseeing eyesNo track of AgeJust incoherent word … Continue reading Age and innocence
feelings that can't be expressed through words
Creative Cauldron 