It turned out to be, yet again a yawning day in the office coming to an end propelling to almost no mental satisfaction. Tired and high on t...

It turned out to be, yet again a yawning day in the office coming to an end propelling to almost no mental satisfaction. Tired and high on t...
As I sit on the roadside, Sipping the tea that is sweet; excessively, There goes the siren board, For the change to happen, Amid it, my thou...
So, I saw them; four of them! Call them writers, poets, philosophers or juggler of words – be my guest. Or you could call them the tiny ver...
June 15h as it was, the night started turning a little cold and gave the feeling of respite (really?). The silence of the mood inside was wa...