Aesthetic Blasphemy

It is not hearltess baby, it is just memoryless.

(Source: Tumblr) There my heart skipped a million beats, when you held my hand to your face. But it wasn't your...

Stories are made of stardust.

It is an innate tendency to categorize. We categorize people, we categorize content, personalities, habits, work,...

Careless caresses

I am of the non-believer types, faithfully adhering to the notion that love doesn’t just happen like that, without...

The Journey is on (Hindi)

जीवन के सफर में बहुत सारे मोड़ आते हैं | यह कहना उचित होगा कि जीवन एक मोड़ों की श्रृंखला है | पर थोड़ा ध्यान देने पर दीखता...

Look Ma, a screw fell from my head!

I come from a small village. It is hard to have a certain benchmark for a place to be called a village; though it is...