Ankita Gupta
Drama
Diaries are made for year's memories,
We travel,
Our diaries also travel to make some travel diaries memories,
Memories are not created they are made with our memories.
Monsoon Memor...
Fathers And H...
Girls
Colonial Era
East India Co...
Journey of Tw...
Winter Scene
Painter
Woman
Battle
The father then headed to heavens above Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek, The father then headed to heavens above Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek,
For the first time in her life, she tied Rakhi, For the first time in her life, she tied Rakhi,
Oh! Behold beautiful the creation The scent of flowers, chirping of birds Oh! Behold beautiful the creation The scent of flowers, chirping of birds
Why does it seem.... That sometimes, you are unwanted... Why does it seem.... That sometimes, you are unwanted...
As he grew the bond of brother and sister grew, With time everything changed my view. As he grew the bond of brother and sister grew, With time everything changed ...
She is invisible to the eye Nay, not invisible but made to be unseen She is invisible to the eye Nay, not invisible but made to be unseen
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
I never had a sister of my own, Since I had been brought up all alone. I never had a sister of my own, Since I had been brought up all alone.
Season lined up in holidays You have your Cocktails and your Mocktails Season lined up in holidays You have your Cocktails and your Mocktails
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
Inside the dark that surrounds me Creeps upon my mind inch by inch Inside the dark that surrounds me Creeps upon my mind inch by inch
There was a young fellow in distress and distraught... There was a young fellow in distress and distraught...
Touch of dewdrops on the cold morning of the winter Touch of dewdrops on the cold morning of the winter
My independence is still a big question. My independence is still a big question.
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
Together they mend the broken fence Together they sit and tie the sacred ends. Together they mend the broken fence Together they sit and tie the sacred ends...
I blush and smile when compartments of my life seep into each other effortlessly I blush and smile when compartments of my life seep into each other effort...
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while, A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while,
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