Throwing up my arms in air, with fists trying to have some strength in them, in a lazily wracked chair that I am so used to of in the office...
Throwing up my arms in air, with fists trying to have some strength in them, in a lazily wracked chair that I am so used to of in the office...
There is always a retaliatory feeling from within when I first start writing any blog. And the culprits with no ‘bhow’ like scary (supposedl...
It’s been two funny days in New Delhi, with lots of moisture and fog but the winter is proving to be tolerable. Or maybe, I remain seated in...
December 28 First Up… Having finished my weekend (Saturday) at a friend’s place drinking and dancing with few known and unknown people, I sa...
It might feel a little too early to write, but then my repository of self being breathes at such a pace that I sometimes feel that rest is u...
All right, in the hustle- bustle of life and the so called tantrum full employees, I start my conversation with you, with an ease of now get...
It all started off with a normal chat that I was having with a friend about sex and its sanity. And soon, I discovered that I am not living ...
I can't look into my eyes, as I am ashamed of what I am, I feel FUCK I am bad I feel fucked for why I loved you. Those eyes, which tel...
I feel victorious for the things I haven't done, It saved few dreams of others as I kept mum, Selfless it was and for that I could feel ...
I remember telling you earlier about my desire to sleep with good looking eyes, words and smile. I also remember telling, that sex is essent...