I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.
Envy is a much natural byproduct when your childhood isn’t the way it is supposed to be
Her fragrance blew him off and his body followed steps he had never learnt in his life.
One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.
Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.
I didn't know that there was a thin line between ignorance and arrogance.
He got up slowly, not bothering to curse himself for forgetting the stop where he had to disembark. He was not used to leaving things behind; he wondered how the bus stop escaped.
He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!
It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.
As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue....
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.
Our lives are defined by fear from the very time we are born to the time we bid adieu to this material world.
I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.
He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.
He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, ju...
I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.
Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.
That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life.
Have you ever lost someone close to you? Someone who is at the core of your universe, the hero of all your stories...when that happens, it isn’t just the loss of one life, it’s the loss of two lives -...
