A moment of silence. An eruption of singular music creeps into my (your) ear like raindrops falling on the leaves and I (you) feel gay. The mind…… Read more “The Pathos of Being Empathetic”
The heading is too depressing to go ahead and read the next line, isn’t it? Long back almost 4 years back, someone once mentioned in an email… Read more "Creaks between Two Souls, Falling Out of Love"
“What else gusts for the smallest plums of Monsoon? The wind is indifferent and has a clause for each unannounced stop. You are drained of the lackluster…… Read more “The Age of Cynicism in Love”
Oh, look at all you beautiful people! Give it up for all the beautiful people in the house! You all are lovely and beautiful audience! You probably…… Read more “The Unsaid Ugliness of True Romance”
This morning, I had a dream of singing a song which was played for someone special. She seemed to be impressed after a long gap of ignorance.…… Read more “Dream Perfecto, We Imperfecto”
I don’t know what to say. It often starts with that sentence, doesn’t it? Though in the back of our mind, we have a whole lot of…… Read more “A Draft Pink Cluster of The Random Access Memory”
Every gig I dare to perform, (s)he seems to reject in his(er) mind. There is no corner in the world where I wouldn’t peek to look for…… Read more “Fair Romance In The Silent Street”