Colour

  She went along life and her daily routine as before. School, homework, home chores. She stopped going out to play with her friends. Even a...

Depression. Like a dark room. You are crying. You are confused. You are scared because you are scarred. You look for windows to open and sw...

  18 years back in London I was travelling in a bus and as I was about to get off I saw a bag. I picked the bag and thought of handing it ov...

When the cold winds of boredom blow, people often seek warmth in the fire of entertainment. This fire can be stoked and fuelled in many ways...

“Well, how is this?” she asked him and flaunted the painting again in front of him as they were walking back from the school. Though tod...

Wish I was the sunlight Gently kissing your face Full of fresh morning grace. Wish I was the breeze Touching you, hugging you...

She looked at the straw hut. Two years. It had been two years when she was sitting under the tree and crying when Sagar came along...