I remember my childhood home very clearly. The place I spent my middle school in. I had a couple of my classmates as neighbours, one of them being one of the best friends I’d had at that time. But more than that, what makes me think of that house clearly is the proximity to the … Continue reading Lights Will Guide You Home.
This, I write to my first muse, whom I lost to Life's conundrum. Your smile, the toothy grin I told you you could light up the whole town, remember? You laughed, and asked me how that was possible. I wished I could tell you. I wished you could see. And now your smile haunts me … Continue reading The Way I Remember You
Bollywood. The name is easily to be associated with bling. The sparkle and freshness of new love and rebelliousness within you. The hot patriotism and that awkward, yet happy family. And the happily ever afters. The Rajs and Simrans. The Anjalis and the Rahuls. The Kabir Khans, the Auros and the three idiots. Being bought up … Continue reading Bling!