The story speaks about how one gets late in the morning. The story speaks about how one gets late in the morning.

She grasped her soul glisten with hope, The back of her pen toyed the dark blot, She She grasped her soul glisten with hope, The back of her pen toyed the dark bl...

She permitted her ink to permeate through the paper.. She permitted her ink to permeate through the paper..

You make fathom that these scars I have got today would turn into flowers blossoming with the courag... You make fathom that these scars I have got today would turn into flowers blosso...

Sometimes, I just sit still perceiving innumerable resonances, observing the passing hues, Sometimes, I just sit still perceiving innumerable resonances, observing the pas...

I have seen you every Diwali for the past six years I have seen you every Diwali for the past six years

It was the 23rd of April, summer. It was like any other day, but, for me, it was special. It was the 23rd of April, summer. It was like any other day, but, for me, it was...