Mirrors reflect our lives, whom we once were and whom we have become, revealed as being apparent, if one were...

My evasiveness, referring to my adherence to one train of thought pertaining to your enquire whilst I remain less attentive....

She Were it her eyes that I so easily drowned within as I lie desperately reaching to capture a breath...

Intensely blue; a distant recollection of she, the color of her eyes and I discovering, I was fascinated by them,...

I enjoy being surprised with meals at home. And I've recently been on a roll. For Ganeshotsav, there was Ukadiche...

If one were to translate one's thoughts into tears, their silent weepings, would another feel that one's emotions; the subtle...

My friend Prashantt Guptha, the Indian actor on the global stage of ‘Neerja’ and ‘The Tashkent Files’ fame, was a...

Lips that taste like sweet cherry wine; quite an impression after having caressed them with a kiss, my sweet remembrance....

Constrained; regarding my restrictive movement, confined at irregular intervals. Exiled... Regarding my self-imposed imprisonment, my self-proclaimed alienation I found more...