Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.
There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.
Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.
I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?
People don't change, they come closer and closer to who they really are.
I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.
Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She w...
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the...
Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.
One of the symptoms of having a broken-heart is the fact that even ghosts will give up on the hope of scaring you as you have already lived through your worst fear.
Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, ther...
The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.
He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
Life goes on... with or without you.
It's love when someone can touch you without using their hands.
All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.